Between what is and what ought to be
Mercury is a radiograph and
Always waiting
A match
It strikes to burn
The preface to the end
The shortest route is the only route
What strange ground this is
Between what is and what ought to be
Mercury is a radiograph and always waiting
What are you sound
Where are you going now
Like the hard of life
I'm burning burning
Like the prefix and the suffix
There is a before and an after
And it is not here nor there
Between what is and what ought to be
Mercury in a thermometer
And something's always aching
What are you sound
And where are you going now
Like the hard line of life
I'm sitting waiting
You found the glyph and
And I ran with it and
Stasis is an exit
Is an exit
Is a sliding into place
Or two bells that
Chime in tune