When I ask, I ask
It's no longer in me, to run
As a young man no more
I walk, and will not stir from discouragement
Even when you choose
You pass

Like a fish in water
He swims
Through rivers of paper
And shelves of public influence
To find
The original place
Of every paperback not in place

God bless this service
Thankless task

Even from a distance such as this
Memories breathe
And our heartbeats beat

I run through rivers
And pull down lightning from the sky
Like fire and smoke

With a mystic bliss, here
Mist spraying and forever
Fog and strike, there

Stand by and watch for hope
For I am the air itself beneath
And everywhere I fly and then

My lightness becomes the talk
Like paper edges fresh and sharp
In the histories of men