Turn It Over

To tie a tie
To say goodbye
To make unique
Or make alike
The doing
And undoing
Of everything
To make a hole
To make a whole
Just as the sculptor
From blocks of stone
Every cleft retrieving
From the infinite
To the definite
That's the trick

Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Turn it over in my head
Hand to eye

So into the abyss I tripped
Arse over tit
To throw rings round the infinite
But as I reached
They split
Now tendrils teem about my head
Might I ever encounter the thing itself
And retrieve it?
Cause it gets heavy
To carry
So many fragmentary
Pieces

Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Turn it over in my head
Hand to eye
And oh it's a dark cloud
But it's my design
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light

Loosen certain certainties
For a hiccup of an epiphany
Just beyond me
Perhaps there's nothing more
To it than that
Just taking things apart
And trying to put them back
Knowing when to think
And when not to think
That's the trick

Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light
Turn it over in my head
Hand to eye
And oh it's a dark cloud
But it's my design
Turn it over in my hand
Let it catch the light