Don't move an inch   Listen for a singing   Hitting in your bones like they were forts   If you hear what I hear   Don't just sit there   We are only strumming water   On this most unlikely court      You got blown shore to shore   Not quite sailing   Riding on the trade winds of age   Things blow in   Don't just cast them   Say it now, what you want to stay      I was once on a long boat   Star mapping the night roots   Lightening the load just in case   But things float in to be taken   If you don't know by now what will stay      So don't move an inch   Don't move a single second   Until the shade behind your thoughts is not confused   Because I felt your inch   I know the scent as well as any   Clot in your guard   And all paints or pollen   Brick in your mortar   Petals to soaking   On the cracks   Thicker or finer   Milk in your water   Black in your primer   Wood in your brush   Now I am your cloth   Whatever you want   The best is upon us   Its a finicky muse   With only potential   To choose   To choose