"Configuration"
(Brad Kleiman)

Four fragile columns
with gravel floor bottom
and spidersilk for the top

Painted darkly
decorated sparsely
Just the walls to hold us up

You're no idiot
You know I built it
as a way to share space with you

This configuration
is just communication
My sorry way of getting through

When we convene
to fire up our schemes,
I'm disastrously alarmed

By the sounds of delusion
with no nearby solution
No at-hand inducer of calm

You're no idiot
You know I built it
as a way to share space with you

This configuration

is just communication
My sorry way of getting through