Из альбома: Dovetail
Making it anything
so it isn't nothing now
I am touching at the future
with a tin edge
hollow stamp
I wove the spin of endurance
knots hanging in black twine
jarred up on a plank shelf
oiled to a shine
I am wanting, I am wishing
for wind
to know this stillness out
making it anything
so it isn't nothing now
screaming on track
pounding up loud
dreaming down pipe
on the sigh
sifting on freight tight
this machine rides