Mast

It's filling up the cracks It's changing shape It's swimming back Amongst the sound And jagged light would seethe Through every corridor that's felt as being Amongst the sound Oh, leave a note And the snow Sleeps on the row Oh, chalice of canyon, the sender Quiet candle Triangle trees, the suspender Oh, sure to find Starving tweedledees With light behind The semblance of mime So the limber peaks may creak-drip the body dry Tired sunrise A handful of mirrors sway for lakes to sume surprise