Call It The Sundance

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