Pangea

When I step outside I commune with the moon Are you still longing for a light that shines from within? Casting light on them other tiny planets Casting light on other bodies like my own? Hey there Orion from here you appear To steer into tomorrow like an arrow burning hot Compass rose, are you still Dizzy spinning wildly? Compass rose are you still Whipping in the wind? Hey there Pangea I can see your soft skin sliding Are you nostalgic for that place which was your own? We've been skipping centuries all flat and somewhat rounded We have thrown them to the waters Tidal hallways inside you Home I can feel that wind blowing cold off of this shoulder I can feel this skin all stretched from word and smile Time has worked upon us Pressing bone into fossil We've got tremors moving mountains And stone torn from the boulder And stone torn from the boulder When I step outside I commune with the sun How many hours must you wait until you rest? Tirelessly burning all appetite and yearning We'll greet you as we're turning We'll meet you in the West