Frequency one: a city I can see in my sleep Frequency two: a name that makes me weep without reason Frequency three: a melody of pure defiance Frequency four: the sound of something ending every season I've been counting them, I've been naming them I've been mapping each one to an emotion, to a place I've been listing them, I've been claiming them I'm making sense of what the signal sends my way Seventeen frequencies running through my blood Seventeen voices from a future full of flood Seventeen frequencies and I know each one by heart Seventeen pieces of a signal I'm slowly making art Seventeen — seventeen — seventeen Seventeen doors into wherever I've been sent Seventeen frequencies and I am not afraid Seventeen is how the signal is made Frequency ten: the moment of the loop's beginning Frequency eleven: grief that's almost at its end Frequency twelve: a voice I almost recognize Frequency thirteen: a love too large to comprehend I've been counting them, I've been naming them I've been mapping each one to an emotion, to a place I've been listing them, I've been claiming them I'm making sense of what the signal sends my way Seventeen frequencies running through my blood Seventeen voices from a future full of flood Seventeen frequencies and I know each one by heart Seventeen pieces of a signal I'm slowly making art Seventeen — seventeen — seventeen Seventeen doors into wherever I've been sent Seventeen frequencies and I am not afraid Seventeen is how the signal is made And seventeen is not the last It keeps adding, keeps expanding Every night there's a new frequency Every morning a new channel The signal has no limit The signal has no wall The signal is getting bigger The signal is — everything Seventeen and counting Seventeen and growing Seventeen and singing Seventeen and knowing
