A Hundred-Year, Minute-Long Intermission

Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind
Let your bloated brain
Balloon and float away (Float away)

Wet the end of the thread
Thimble upon your index
Feed the line through its eye
Draw it from the other side

Pull the strand to satisfy
The need to compose
This entire naive glow

Set the needle on it's path (Set the)
Bobbing up and down and past (Needle)
Tears and seams all turned to one (Turn to)
With every stitch and each spool spun (One)



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Dutton, Paul Dutton
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