All the things you are

I'm on edge
I'm away -
hear the sound of the waves
hear the sound of the earth
hear the clock and his breath
I'm my smile in his face
I'm aware of the pace
in the rhytm of the ace
I'm revolving and still
in a cloud soft and firm
it's a thrill
he's a will
and a bet and unspeakable truth
he's a wild dream of new
lands on a mad route
so neat and so rough
it tears the cloth of your mask
away
and sets the sun
and makes a way
and fills the sound of the void, awake.