Silent notes, a featured hum
A distant slice a frequent tongue
A count the smoke puffs in the sky
Count to the sighs in the air
Those things also, cookie crumbs in the hair
Where have you gone so far
Where have you been so remote
Who can find you, who could save you
Maybe just not, maybe no more
Maybe or maybe not you are to return never more
Leave it on the dot, become but a dot
We are but a dot, the whole thing, even the whole thing
All in all we are hurst bound, what’s the grave dilemma
Something like bliss happens if only you don’t think
Yet, we would only be so lucky
Mater of fact, it would all be so great
If only we were thusly so lucky.