Dust

Keep your eyes closed,

feel your hand,

let pass it through the table and

turn the radio off

'cause you're ready to go.

See the ground below.

Trust your will: the wind won't let your new body fall.

You don't have to be moved by the tears of the moon:

even your mom could wolf your soul down

with her frown.Dust dulls life

and life gets stuck as fear tries

to make wholeness disappear

But I was ready to go

(I saw the ground below!)

'cause the air was warm and

the black gate was so close

to the square of my tune

to The Will!

maybe soon

a twirl:

now I can see you.I was ready to go

(I saw the ground below!)

'cause the air was warm and

the black gate was so close

to the square of my tune

to The Will!

maybe soon

a twirl!