All at once sight becomes a sound, the sky becomes a shroud.

Tickles roof of mouth.

Two lines at a time, a voice is heard but what did it say, what could that have meant?


You swept the rug out from under me,

you pulled the plug out so I won't see.


God gave chase but the people found their stride and He could see this was their time.

And all at once the pages turn themselves

and I'm just glad I didn't get in, wasn't in their way.


You swept the rug out from under me,

you pulled the plug out so I won't see.