"The Sand"

As real as the mud on the ground, it cries out to me.

Over and under, the knot goes, the stool goes

Under and my feet go over the wood;

Over the wood, over the wood, over the air.

Over the wood, in the air,

Through and through, the knot goes

Over and under, over and under, the knot goes

Around and around and around.


As real as the blood in my mouth, it calls out to me.

As real as the blood on the ground, it calls out to me.

A foot in the door, wood on the floor,

Stools on the floor and wood on the wood and the

Knots are holding through and through,

The blood on the door, over the wood and onto the floor.

Through the air, from the knot, through the air, onto the wood, onto the floor,

Through the wood, through the air, onto the wood, onto the floor.

The blood is mud, the blood is mud,

The blood is mud that through the air, through the air and onto the floor,

Wets the sand.

Reviews

[Darkevin]

And I thought that I was the only one who lived in the dark.....
You are nat as alone as you feel.....
Your expressionability is fantastic
the inspiration cloaked in a robe of desperation and (we feel) desolation.
Please accept my friend request.