Feathers & Wedges
There's a sound in the stones
As they each find a home
There's one over two
And there's two over one
In the genes of the lean
In the furrows of fiends
The old man knew something
When he mocked his own means
There are names that we’re given
And names we become
Sounding from bedrock and
The utterance tongue
In terms of the words and as far as they go
I know what you go by
But who are you now
And you see me
On a thin limb
Far rider
Little breeze
You can try to re-fit something solid and old
Interrupting perfection with consecutive holes
Creating a fault intending to part
But feathers and wedges aren't for holes in the heart
And you see me
On a thin limb
Far rider
Little breeze
Written by Tal Goettling