A Hundred-Year, Minute-Long Intermission

Place your hand on mine

Untie your mind

Let your bloated brain

Balloon and float away (Float away)

Wet the end of the thread

Thimble upon your index

Feed the line through its eye

Draw it from the other side

Pull the strand to satisfy

The need to compose

This entire naive glow

Set the needle on it's path (Set the)

Bobbing up and down and past (Needle)

Tears and seams all turned to one (Turn to)

With every stitch and each spool spun (One)