I see a woman
it's a woman who was my lover

Above a swaying balance
a heart alive

A paper boy's shrill call
turns a street corner

What I couldn't catch
I see an n number of faces of the world

Film changing color
a choo-choo train chasing a horse

A variety of angels held down with insect pins
a martini glass that is lifted

A turning record
I see a faint scratch on the record