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Within limits

[Vocal: dry, close, conversational, narrow pitch range, restrained and almost monotone. No dramatic lift, no belting, no harmony.] [Opening refrain — immediate vocal, no intro. Scrap-metal ensemble enters at once: deep blunt metal thuds, heavy pipe strikes, dragging chain, vibrating sheet steel. Sparse, physical, irregular. No conventional drums or instruments.] Within limits. Within limits. Date at the top. Name underneath. Nothing to add. Initial here. [Verse 1 — crude repeated physical gestures continue at uneven lengths. Leave wide space between lines.] The cup moves. I move it back. The cup moves. I move it back. Tea in the saucer. A ring on the desk. I wipe the desk. The form stays dry. The man on days has left his pen. I use it. It works. [Verse 2 — continue directly. Fewer performers. Low steel resonance, loose hardware, occasional heavy impacts.] A screw on the floor beside the chair. I put it in the shallow drawer. There are others. Different lengths. I close it twice. It doesn't catch. [Hard cut — ensemble stops.] [Extended raw object noise only: isolated hammer blows on heavy steel plate, metal scraping, electrical sputter, loose chains shifting, low ventilation and structural rumble. Uneven pauses. Long overlapping metallic decay. No coordinated performance, no pulse, no vocals.] [Verse 3 — dry spoken voice enters over raw object noise only. The ensemble does not resume.] He asks if it's louder. I say, From where? [Pause — electrical sputter, distant metal movement.] We stand by the door. We stand by the desk. He lifts his cup. I lift mine. We watch the surface until he looks away. [Bridge — spoken over intermittent unrelated machinery and object noise. No beat.] Any change? [Long pause — low ventilation rumble.] Not from here. [Uneven heavy steel impacts. Long decay.] Any change? [Long pause.] Not from here. He puts his cup down. I keep hold of mine. [Brief raw metal noise alone. No transition cue.] [Final refrain — full scrap-metal ensemble returns abruptly with the first word. Same density and force as the opening. No build, no climax.] Within limits. Within limits. Date at the top. Name underneath. Nothing to add. Initial here. [Ensemble begins thinning: deep metal thuds and low resonant objects remain.] He needs the pen. I give it back. [Outro — performers stop independently. Raw room and object noise gradually remain.] The cup moves. I move it back. The cup moves. I move it back. [Voice over low ventilation and distant structural resonance only. Speak naturally. No dramatic pause.] I leave enough room between the cup and the edge. [Extended raw scrapyard ambience: intermittent steel impacts, dragging metal, loose hardware, low structural rumble. No coordinated rhythm, no vocal, no conventional instruments. Abrupt cut while the sound is still continuing.]