S(p)in a dotted line a thousand times and make a memory
Time begins and ends in all dichotomy
Lilly grass grows half as fast as elements spin jewelry
When winning weaves a winning glass be merry in the winnowing
Follow me merrily seasons tracking in a circle
Making sure we all may know the hour of our mercy
Track the sign of songs that sing the rain again
But open doors to cabins halls who echo with the stirring
Of warmth and love not need and weight to keep me ever furrowing

There were a few times I was tick tock ticking around the watch tower of the making
Making little of the knowing while the question kept on growing
Glowing ever brighter sire, take in, higher ever going I'm the one
Pitter patter beating of my translucent never being out of reach beyond all stars yet the sun
Lengthen in it's leaving deriving thought beyond all meaning see what dreaming for me thinking flowing, never not.
Do the sounds that I am reading keep on leading into thinking then the thinking is a thought?
Wonder round the moment while sleepwalking take the moments to wonder "why does it never stop?"
Stumbled into meaning the rootkit of my being now I'm seeing where this was going and I'm caught
I have this ever present way of knowing which way the wind is blowing am I giving the cosmos knowing, known that I'm being saught
Speaking freely sight is truly single minded and nothing less than struck

certainly this certainty would well be  a possibility sometimes
To twist or tear tied tung ensnared candented smolder of a sunrise
Come sing, sing to me the sea's silliloquey tho it may fall down from all eyes
We work to wonder why we weave while within we wonder while we why
What wonderful weakness would wake within divine
Broken below another sea beneath the surface and out of reach from time
A possibility sometimes
Possibility Sometimes...
Sometimes...