Though I see The bearing A shaded place Static hum From where now do we take the name? No new encompa**ing 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