Tracing

greetings, recedings
move like flickerings
and cat strings hide all these stings
midnight openings

a pen, a baton
you passed on a wand
and the race carries on
spiral peloton

and when I went off to dance with others
I forgot the feel of the phone
but I always held on to the tone

you jumped up out of a cave
rhythm can't behave
you incite, you throw your light
and you stomp on your grave

a prince of perverse
a prayer in reverse
supercharge what we feel
turn up music of the real

and when we cry out to distant brothers
on a twirling marble of stone
we can always hold on
we can always hold on to the tone

now it's
word upon word, bead upon bead
chain morality
word upon word, bead upon bead
grand mortality

a tracing enlacing
and chasing and facing embracing
and you sing

and when I went off to dance with others
I forgot the feel of the phone
but I always held on
but I always held on to the tone
and when we cry out to distant brothers
on a twirling marble of stone
we can always hold on
we can always hold on to the tone

word upon word, bead upon bead
chain morality
word upon word, bead upon bead
grand mortality
the simplicity, the duality,
the plurality, grand mortality
a tracing enlacing
and chasing and facing embracing
and you sing
the simplicity, the duality,
the plurality…