Don't move an inch Listen for a singing Hitting in your bones like they were forks If you hear what I hear Don't just sit there We are only strumming water On this most unlikely chord You got blown shore to shore Not quite sailing Riding on the trade-winds of age Things blow in Don't just cast them You say it now, what you want to stay I was once on a long boat Star mapping the night roots Lightening the load Just in case Things float in to be taken If you don't know by now, what will stay? So don't move an inch Don't move a single second Until the shade behind your thoughts is not confused Cause I felt your itch I know the scent as well as any Clotting your garden Of paint or pollen Brick in your mortar Petals to soak in On the cracks Thicker or finer Milk in your water Black in your primer Wood in your brush Now I am your cloth Whatever you want- The best is upon us Its a finicky muse With only potential To choose