Communication

It’s symbiotic sentiment that I’d rather not entertain
It’s an embryonic pestilence dripping from dark cranes
Crushing notes into a keyboard hoping for a song
A blushing hope is what’s in store
When you realized it was strong
Self-esteem’s an elevator
And yours is on the bottom floor
There aren’t any revolutionary negotiations
There aren’t many melting blue canaries to glue to the train station
Their wings lay plastered
Like me to my mind
Self-absorption
A distortion
But it seems rather kind