[00:21.794]Idle as it seemed [00:25.597]trudging through the mist [00:32.055]Following the creeks [00:35.156]erasing dim lines on the list [00:42.571]Eager to arrive [00:46.021]leaving footprints in the clay [00:52.877]Reading rocks and vines [00:56.379]telling indigo from grey [01:01.529]Telling indigo from grey [01:08.407]Scattered rays of light [01:12.311]on dust grains in the air [01:18.829]All berries in the tree [01:22.951]earn a steady flare [01:28.604]Among the mirrors of the scene [01:32.257]Some appear frail and incomplete [01:37.971]In a vast field of bales she runs [01:44.764]From the deepest valley past the sun [01:50.118]Opening up the vault to [01:53.353]find spinning tops in play [02:00.276]Embedded nested yarn [02:04.226]diverting from the gates [02:10.093]But once the faint elusive [02:12.270]moans evaporate in the morning light [02:19.941]All deserted yearnings come to life [02:26.552]Surface from the dark to realize [02:31.005]How in a vast field she runs [02:36.922]From the deepest valley past the sun [02:44.824]All this time witness to the changing tides [02:55.344]All the while finding ways [03:02.024]how to make sense of all the lights [03:05.727]To shape the winds to shape the currents [03:12.534]And the rigid hives we're living in [03:16.577]All this time witness to the changing tides [03:28.854] [04:29.662]Idle as a wave moving out at sea [04:40.117]Cruising without sound [04:44.013]molding what's to be [04:50.315]Serene between the trails [04:54.191]Serene with the time and ink of a ghost