Bitter Melon

I'm up again
Never was a night owl
Studying the gloss
It's written in to come across
Stereo offset, rainwater basket

A frequency
One that flickers slightly
It makes a sound
Nothing catches on
Stereo offset, rainwater basket

Turning pages, searching for the rind
I'm reminded of the taste of bitter melon
On the short side, written out in long hand
Fruit and its cover, I circle it over
Over and over

I'm up again
I never was a night owl
Studying the gloss
It's written in to come across
Stereo offset, rainwater basket

A field of points I circle in towards
I'm reminded of bitter melon
Now that I'm certain, written out in long hand
The fruit and its cover, I circle it over
Over and over