I thought,
the city's a
thing you move
through it moves
you it moves through you 
or later or when
(fading but
      as papa twirls my 
mama round
as mimi
smiles the old story
filters through kingsland to
keep singing that more or less

burning-yeah I remember that and me and steve keep speaking that

outside to more or less speak
the mob and under

to more or less speak and time unclose

to leaving it more said
to more or less speak in time
the winds and move you more
or less. now she's on the speaker oversaid

the change to more or less speak.

they whistle, they hold
to make sweet sounds together, like time
to more or less speak
to phrasing, of regard, 
in the real for you.

                 because the city's the moves and burn that we relay
the set we make by dancing uncollected early
and late to keep it open past time in the real for you