SOFT MACHINERY — companion lyrics
Original text created with ChatGPT, under Matt Bargar's creative direction.
These words are not sung or spoken in the recordings.

A SMALL PERMISSION
The morning leaves a space for me.
I leave the space alone.
No reason has to fill it yet.
No bell calls me home.

POCKET MOTOR
A little motion in my coat,
a rhythm with no place to be.
I turn the corner slowly;
the corner turns with me.

PEACH GLASS
Light bends through the thing I made.
The table wears its colour.
I move it half an inch and find
one afternoon inside another.

SIDEWAYS SUN
The shadow misses every line
I drew across the floor.
I like the way it gets things wrong.
I open up the door.

THE QUIET HINGE
Between the open and the closed,
the hinge makes neither claim.
I rest my hand against the frame;
the room remains the same.

EVERYTHING CAN BEND
The wire keeps a little curve
from where my fingers pressed.
It does not need to straighten out
to carry what comes next.

OPEN ASSEMBLY
Pieces spread across the desk,
no final shape to prove.
I put two sounds beside a third
and leave them room to move.

NOTHING LEFT RUNNING
One small light beside the bed.
The kettle settles down.
I do not have to finish night.
I let it lose its sound.