Present Paradox Symmetric Ostinato
The wind sweep
Through the fields
In a hazy light
I get of and get lost
Could you take me
Out the absence
Could you pull me
Pull me out of the roots
My access was barred
The cord not drawn
The light feelings
Burrowed in the sand
The sand
And how silly
To ignore the sign
I jump through your eyes
And your creature
Posses me
Posses me