The face of the destroyer / Cannot stay / The people are leaping too loudly
Bill looked into / the customerʼs eyes / with accidental sincerity
Maybe the next passenger will know / what I do not: 64 down, five letters, Purpose.
By a wave of hands / let’s say who is happy with what they love.
Nobody was listening. They stared at their feet...
his eyes the pink of quartz, / his smell the scent of sound