Yesterday morning upon my waking   Inside my pocket, I found a calling card   It said in cursive "Meta-detective"   And had a number I didn't recognize   It rang all morning and in the evening   I heard an answer. It sounded like a sigh.   It was a woman on the receiver   (she was a breather)   I said i'd see her because you never know      She said she'd meet me under the marquee   Of a theater that was abandoned   She ran up to me and leaned in closely   Whispering softly, she told me how I would die   She spoke in cipher and coy conundrums   Her hair was like lightning and smelled like thunder   Ending our rendez-vous, she said "Rappelea-vous?"   And with a pirouette, she disappeared and I said,   "You never know"      I'll let you be my eyes if we fly   I'll let you be my eyes because I'm blind   The rain flies into out mouths while our heads fly into the clouds