Under the skin insect glint is shot thoughts

Hemispheres of sparks, eyes that won't close

Observe and doing change all things



Falls through Love objects

this gathering of accidents

into dynastic triumph of things

I long for dawn at end of mind



Traveling light deluge of birth and death

quiver of events trembling to be

Shot into the face of time

Call it the Sundance



Everything you do, everything you say

Whether false or true

in some kind of way, touches something

Everything you take, everything you leave

Every move you make

Pulls the fabric of the weave of everything

Call it the Sundance



Everything you do, everything you say

Whether false or true

in some kind of way, touches something

Everything you take, everything you leave

Every move you make

Pulls the fabric of the weave of everything

Call it the Sundance