Inverted Signal

"I don't have a hat!"

For one who cannot picture

Somehow my mind floods

Of careful nonsense

Listening to a whisper

When all were screaming

Choreographed steps

We made up in the moment

Incredulous both

"Chance is more likely"

Perhaps this was not untrue

But there was no proof

I knew what I felt

I had seen the layered code

The gates and the traps

I stood in them all

Knowing naught but paradox

To delay the end

So we continued

A feather tucked in my hair

A song in my heart

My radio on

Before I learned to tune it

Dancing with burnt feets