cockburn, bruce
boundless
horses in the meadow by the highway side and a church of christ in a double-wide clouds overhead are ghostly gray it snowed a little but it didn't stay red-winged blackbird on a mileage sign ghost town gutted like a dried-up mine stark faces in the windows of a speeding train we love our blindness and we love our pain standing by the lake sucking poison mist lungs clenched tight like an angry fist picking at sores in the hope they heal hungry and harrowed and caught in the wheel i feel these serpents of desire ripple my skin like ropes of fire all i ever wanted all along was to be the "you" in somebody's song seven dances for the spirits running a race running a race seven dances for the saints running a race running a race looking for the stillness in the womb of space boundless boundless boundless the howling wind it sings to me the sky looks troubled but i feel free visions and feeling and ink on my hands you can travel forever and never land in the crashing chaos where stars are born the strong get fed and the weak get torn look at that cosmos eating its tail circled like the lip of the holy grail seven dances for the spirits running a race running a race seven dances for the saints running a race running a race looking for the stillness in the womb of space boundless boundless boundless seven dances for the spirits running a race running a race seven dances for the saints running a race running a race looking for the stillness in the womb of space boundless boundless boundless