It’s not the energy reeling
Nor the lines in your face…
Nor the clouds on the ceiling
Nor the clouds in spaceIt’s not the phone on the table
- Nor the bed in the earth
- Nor the bed in the stable
- Nor your stable words
It’s not the formless being
Nor the cry in the air
Nor the boy I’m seeing
With her long black hair
– by Big Thief
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