High above the mountain
When there’s no wind between wings
I’m plummeting through tomorrow
Everything is growing darker
Thoughts unravel as I slowly drift away
Until these sounds erupted unannounced
Dawn arises
Get up
Drawn towards grass
By gravity’s grasp of the situation
Launched between what was once before
But since has changed to now
Oh Oh Oh
And the Little Places that I go
And the Little Places that I see
Already Little Places known to me
But influxed with such enormity
And the Little Places that I go
Far below the surface of seas
Drifting in the gulf stream
Dining in the empress’ chamber
A coral guard protects us from danger
Until these sounds surrounded both of us
Dawn surmises itself
Far more crass
Than scientist’s best guess
At an estimation
