All - Henry Green

Moving at pace with my vision unclear

Losing the days to the lines that appear

I’m hearing faint diphthongs but I cannot find true form

Half light, half light

Call all the words out of me

Call all the words out of me

I’m in the water wading, clothed in open sea

Pulling the waves to my body too willingly

I’m in the mind it’s moving fast with no release

Talking myself in to the corners I can’t leave

Call the words from me

Pull the words from me

All the words from me