TWO FIELDS

and from the slumber
wake
you sleepy head
banter translates well
when you know the fodder
of a singer-songwriter
take the chair
and show the cobwebs down
you might be dying
you might be slower
but the language is louder
than a gut full of danger
there's a chance you'll make it
there's a chance you'll change it
and from the slumber
shake
your satin hands
greet the new cryptic dance
with the sound of keys on your hips
turn up the chaos
hear it repeat
stand it and guide the cloudy ships
on which
you rely
you rely
you rely