onsdag 11 augusti 2010

lateral lines (of flight)

with my feet upon the ground
i lose myself between the sounds

and open wide to suck it in
i feel it move across my skin


i'm reaching up and reaching out
i'm reaching for the random or


what ever will bewilder me

what ever will bewilder me

and following our will and wind
we may just go where no one's been

we'll ride the spiral to the end
and may just go where no one's been