User:Inge Hoonte/cage cave

I'm hiding in a cave
With a man with dark hair
His appearance flickers, in motion
Shape shifting between    v  and   g
                        Cave and Cage
                        Nick, Nicolas, and John
                        the singer, the actor, the artist
                                                          (and back again)
 

Their faces blend together
Three tongues moving at jet speed
Six eyes working with thirty-six teeth
Some nose hair, saliva, and too many feet 
For their dirty, thirty fingers to eat
A unibrow
In unison


The saddest, most tranquil, exciting, and all-encompassing live radio composition car chase kissing scene 
concert unfolds as they perform movies, movements, songs, poems, and the improvised holes between them. 
There's no recording. I left it in the cave.

alternate endings

There's no recording. It only exists in the cave.
There's no recording. It only exists in Cage's cave, Cave's cage.
There's no recording. It's in the cave.