Within Hours

Time is on our side, sleep is slow And underfoot is only the world That chimes cued by man-time but we have a soul So we don't need a face, we just need a home No eyes to see the smile above the chin And no nose to smell the breath within And no ears beneath the receding hairline Climb with all your ropes tied in a bow And curdled down to the white bone Which fray and whip till they sing and slip in the line We don't need a face, we just need a home