On!

The cleaner room was opened

For inside were the alarms

In the fashionable ways came

Ideas that exploded hence

As the wall moved outwards

And music blasted into you

For the love of perfect truth

The seizures from growths

Of being a fly on flypaper

Or an alligator trainer

Confidence arrives you

You make me electric

I grab at the clock of fools

Here for now to dance

True to yourself?!