The Loom Pedal
Simple signals sung until we're hoarse
A thread across a great expanse
Severed in the middle like a bullet to the sinew
Shall we dance
Exhausted, interred
When vertices spur, the shuttle returns
Orchestrated effort adding elements in conjuring ideals
Coordinated passage is a fragile, braided reason to reveal
As soon as i find a good tree to climb
The image rewinds
I've said my share in aches, maligned & migrained
But write cos it's a fool's errand
Busy, busy, busy
