Alone
(Girders baulk at the sun)
Unknown
(Them frogs ain't singin' yer mead)
On my own
(Dustbrooms fight for blue skies)
Tempest-blown
(Axes grindin' the lead)
I've no name to my name
(When I catch 'em cornhusks twinklin' in the night)
And no face to my frame
(When I set 'em peaks of deep-fried melodies right)
If I could just get a gasp within my grasp
(For a day when grates can fly like crows!)
To tag this seamless vault without a clasp
(When fir trees's sproutin' feet and toes)
Would I at long last have the code to self-reclaim?
Only one
(If this one fine rooster don't count)
On the run
(Vetch sprigs whistle the blues)
Never done
(Dial 'dirt' for earthworm buffets)
Helped by none
(As all the roads depart on a cruise)
I've no face to my space
(When I see 'em crystals myanderin' in the morn')
But much race to my pace
(When I fly like a madjay from the cattails' thorns)
If I could just fill a bill of will
(If bats could dive and snakes could fly)
Could I kill every last urge to do ill?
(A flightless teacup's gotta try)
Or would I still be a coaster made of sin-pierced lace?
[Instrumental meanderings]
I've no name to my name
(If an eight-legged horse ain't gonna make the cut)
And no face to my frame
(Honey, would you move my tractor outta this rut)
If I could just find the zeal to get a reel
('Cause these wily leaves won't count themselves)
On this shifting self I cannot feel
(Only the swallows' paths could tell)
But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And an unmarked dishrag buys no hay)
How could I rise out of obscurity?
(A speechless vase could hardly say)
If I could only just out my true face
('Fore the key fobs blot the light of day)
Could I pull myself out of disgrace
(With the pea pods singin' yippee-kai-yay)
But when I don't have a self to know as me
(And the misplaced tribrachs cannot scream)
Where would I put my new integrity?
(Would it just leak out like a tea kettle's steam)
Or will I ever wander round without a place?
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