Paroles de Short Of One Dimension

Rains fall in the water Lines traced in the curve Saw the gull in the sky head off It goes Days warmed by the summer Eyes closed by the Sun Lay your hand across Rid this mind of thought And let him wake remembering All things forgotten in the water Let him wake to bring them in Memories faded in the crossing Here’s the point ending the line Here’s the line ending the surface Here’s the surface ending the form Here’s a man searching for context For his lost geometries Always short of one dimension