the binding knots
dismantling clocks whose arms
hold where the time went
you are the flanks of horses
as they run, as they run…
for there is no, there is no deeper
there is no, there is no deeper
than what we are
we are a pair
thread and needle
I hear you whisper
in handfuls of dirt
you move so easily
from form to form
first a wolf
and now the wind
for there is no, there is no deeper
there is no, there is no deeper
than what we are
you are the plain, you are the sky
I am the ax, and the pine
first a wolf
then the wind, oh!
first a wolf
then the wind, the wind...the wind