The Whole Between

Preist like I'm marking off my last page Reading off the voices, of a secret age of thought I would be surprised to find that we Were never not the same Lines retrace our stay A snapshot of a play And sometimes I treat myself the same A bottle drains A marker on a page of thought I would feel the world And everything's embrace The music in the mountains The love of my true name With time refusing motion The daylight turns to set the sun And leaving without warning The future has begun And someday I'll see my love in you It's looking back to meet me The Whole between the two