(capo: 2)

wandering, following
waking up my calling
it’s hot on your trail
perforations in my veil

where visions divide in me
reservations slide free
but still I mistake
what I buy for what I break

till paragraphs in bold fall out of me
bastard and neanderthal
warm hand to mouth, and it’s catch as catch can

travellers pay tolls
finality’s rolling like a fog of war
but don’t cut a monument from that cloudwall’s

desolate boundary
chase it up and down me
confusions of state
when your head is on the plate

I don’t want to be leaderless
have you never seen this?
a hand’s empty skin
blowing, tattered in the wind

did parallels unwind and fall out of line,
thirsty for a form divine?
I found a formula for your headline

desolation economies
flip you for a pair of eyes
and pluck the mountaintop off your hairline

am I traveling alone?
you can offer me a bed?
you’ll take it off my price
and lay it on my head

errors of measurement
riches of embarrassment
its hand over fist
cut your ankle at the wrist

clap and disapparate
come back with some passionate
weight in your heels
show a spider how it feels

when parallels unwind and fall out of line
thirsty for a form divine
I found a formula for your headline

but how can I make words? They’re so opposite
flailing like a hair of snakes
all hot to harbor you in some raw space