Wednesday, October 28, 2009

i am formless shape
timber from the wilderness
take me down to my essence
ah but the saw and chisel bite

as i set my feet to walk
do i deny my nerves and hearing
or tear the filters out
do i risk the bridge not reaching
or find a ford further down
am i just a breath of smoke in the ice
or can i touch the bottom in this life

i am formless shape
timber from the wilderness
take me down to my essence
ah but the saw and chisel bite