Curling, peeling
Back from the edge of the knife
Light fluttering
As if between two trains
Motordrive frames of life
Long blends of days
Stream into nights
Consciousness barely coping
The land going by seems level
But really the tracks are
Increasingly sloping
Images, images, images, images
Arranged against a blank wall
Images, images, images, images
Telling the truth to us all
Pluck out a day
A week or an hour
HOLD IT UP, HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT
Freeze the frame
Really look at the faces
With all of your sight
See the eyes
Looking at you
Immerse yourself into that minute
My teacher said time is elastic
I wonder just what
I’ll find in it
Images, images, images, images
Arranged against a blank wall
Images, images, images, images
Telling the truth to us all
A slice of time
Curling, peeling
Back from the edge of the knife
A slice of time Curling, peeling Back from the edge of the knife Light fluttering As if between two trains Motordrive frames of life Long blends of days Stream into nights Consciousness barely coping The land going by seems level But really the tracks are Increasingly sloping Images, images, images, images Arranged against a blank wall Images, images, images, images Telling the truth to us all Pluck out a day A week or an hour HOLD IT UP, HOLD IT UP TO THE LIGHT Freeze the frame Really look at the faces With all of your sight See the eyes Looking at you Immerse yourself into that minute My teacher said time is elastic I wonder just what I’ll find in it Images, images, images, images Arranged against a blank wall Images, images, images, images Telling the truth to us all A slice of time Curling, peeling Back from the edge of the knife Explain Request ×
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