HAIR-CAKED SCABS
FLIES SIP TEARS
THIS TREE
COOL SHADE
EACH NIT PICKED
IN THE LONG MOAN OF CENTURIES
THEN THOUGHT EXPLODES
HAIR-CAKED SCABS
FLIES SIP TEARS
THIS TREE
COOL SHADE
EACH NIT PICKED
IN THE LONG MOAN OF CENTURIES
THEN THOUGHT EXPLODES
Stolen moments
You failed to control.
Torn back by partisans of time
I want this situation
To sponge up all the droplets of scattered intensity.
So I put the squeeze on time
Getting my money’s worth
And then some.