None But Shining Hours

following the line of the tide reclining

living on the fat of the sweet sun shining

drawing on the times aligning

walking on the long horizon

there's a little black spot in the sky with diamonds

living off the fat of the sweet sun shining

drawn upon the times colliding

walking on the wide horizon

never never never never never

never never never never never

never

the number on the back of the sign is rising

the gamelan attack of the trines aligning

chance will leave the sky bedizened

sliding on the wide horizon

never is the start of a clever lying

staring at the black of the blind spot hiding

the universe's private bower

these are none but shining hours