edoda

the return

In cotton, the trucks drive black and red
the plastic falls fall until the burn is dead
and somewhere here between water and light and bread
the ghosts throw little rainbow pencils at my head

no return and then return
no return and then return
danger. no blame
danger. no blame

Everything has changed

This giant bird is now on fire
and there is no reason to talk
I'm just driving along with the one I love
and there is a ghost in the truck

Indian sign language
in the here and now
Indian sign language
between two worlds

Now there is a thunder in the wind
and it's coming here again
A thunder in the center of every little thing
A thunder in the middle of the world you bring
A thunder in the heart of everything