[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