Lyrics
How the book got ripped
I’ll save it for a time
Movement to the ordered
Shelf upon which I
Chronologize
Fading bindings tell
Their own tale of a time
Pages torn out leave
Their matter mute in mind
Chronologize
All the words and colors in eye
All the wordless colors and I arrange
Feeling and mind
Are the only guides I’ll align
With a quiet god unallied inside
Now the room goes white
With moon rays and street light
How the books and records
Pattern I’ll divine
Chronologize
For a distance look
Into the mirror’s back
Books and records shimmer
In their wieldy stack
Chronologize
All the books and records in eye
All the feeling visualized and heard
Pieces arrayed in a pattern held in display
In a pattern I can’t relay to word
And it makes my time all the rounder
Inexpressible white in mind
Color fill my eye in an own way
Nothing touches my array
