Windows occasionally sliding by
Outside of which were things that sometimes did and sometimes did not make sense
And then there was the apartment
The Japanese apartment
The appliances that didn't make sense
That sometimes just pre-made things
They seem to order the universe in a particular way
There's no pretending that any of this makes sense
And then there was the woman in the old west
Incriminatingly wearing someone's butter tin as a shoe
And the secret society
Leaving little scraps of metal in a pile in the woods
Knowing that when they came back the next day the pattern would make sense
And then there's the rain
It was raining again
