there is none

Foggy,

 you are still spinning about, you always have.
Finally else where, and still you call.
I'll move soon and maybe you will not find me.
and maybe you will not look. There is, after all a large swing looking to take you away.
The tickets are already printed, have you not seen them?
Don't you read?

time files drip out a phone number
but blue boxes are months away and unnatural anyway.

I'll weep smoke to keep you far.
please keep the lights off...