Breaths in and out, anticipate a clicking sound
And the boots on the ground are removed
So the feet dance through the motions of encoding that sound
Analogue mechanisms whir
As a million pins punch tiny holes in reams of tape
And as it breaks a syntax deforms
New letters across chests emblazoned
You're rewarded with high-5's and embraces
Seating banks are ripped from the theatres
To build forts and to build defenses

The hammer beat the ribbon to a rhythm
The greater than symbol and the hash
Become the dot and the dash.