[Intro]
4:51 — the rack is a stage of two
one tin, one slab of butter, one narrow air
87 hertz breathing under the jars
an argument that hasn’t decided it’s an argument

[Verse]
a granule floats one grain above the tin
rattle dry, a small dry percussion

[Chorus]
one bead takes the grain
one bead takes the grain
the air slides out of the pocket
and the copper rings on

[Verse 2]
the butter’s edge enters a long portamento
a warm detuned arrival, the bloom of the citronelle
a single seam widening over the bench
south toward the grain, one degree of breakfast

[Chorus]
one bead takes the grain
one bead takes the grain
the air slides out of the pocket
and the copper rings on

[Bridge]
lab note — 4:51 am, cellar cool
granule suspended: 14 mg
bead of butter: one, growing in a microclimate
salt crystal slipped to the hi-hat

co2 ghost exits through a known seam
sheeter’s ring, muted, a minute of handicap
the fat closes around the yeast’s argument
residual: one resonance, 87 Hz

[Outro]
what stayed dry, now gold
what rattled, still
4:52 — the rack holding
one cooler sound in the rising flour