Though I see
The bearing
A shaded place
Static hum

From where now do we take the name?
No new encompassing refrain
Or one that touches all my days
That I sing or do not sing

So now in every way
I do delineate
The frame and unknown shape
That scope, that empty space
So say: "Oh, there you are
My little soft felt flare
I know you never left
Held close and unaware"
And we are transient

No more songs