A Sun-Coloured Shaker - Yndi Halda, Prefuse 73

To splay your fingers

To balance on the toes

To move as graceful as a willow

To pull the body up

To know what the head knows

To move in worship of miracles

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth

Writing a list of things you would say first

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth

Writing a list of things you would say first

Identify the footsteps

Hear them as my own

Have I forgotten?

To make a sun rise out of rhythm

High up on the shadow

Move as graceful as a deer in its light

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth

Writing a list of things you would say first

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth

And writing a list of things you would say first

to weather, weather high

Black cloud

Sing to the

Move covered in dew

Sing to weather, weather high

Black cloud

Sing to the

Move covered in dew

(Finish off that final tree

Sink its ash into the sea)

Empty out that final light

Empty into night

Finish off that final tree

Sink its ash into the sea

Empty out that final light

Empty into night

Finish off that final tree

Sink its ash into the sea

Empty out that final light

Empty into night

Finish off that final tree

Sink its ash into the sea

Empty out that final light

Empty into night

Finish off that final tree

Sink its ash into the sea

To be a river walker

Where the water is old

To be a sun walker

Where the air is cold

Uncertain on the shadow

Lightning lit up the sunburn

I’m passing through

Never shade

Pure flowing as a river

That makes the sun rise out of rhythm

High up on the shadow

Move as graceful as a deer in its light

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth

And writing a list of things you would say first

Like a terrible comet coming to hit the Earth

And writing a list of things you would say first