Time Capsule - Jesca Hoop

The time capsule we buried in the yard

Is brittle rust and swallowed by the roots

Where the past gathers, old ghosts commune

They found a life in me and divided me in two

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The time capsule and all its prison guards

Turned rusted earth and all its jailbirds too

And the dead letters buried there soon found a light in me

Held power over me, I found a way to get free

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The quivering livid tear into deliverance

The violent, ecstatic flash into existence

Of breath and heat, the moon cycling

Shadow and light, the wheat

Bolted, wilted, winnowed to raze

The gold grain down to darkling meadow

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty

Is the moment that she turns to go

The fallen ash made a crater in the yard

And arms of roots and your letters into leaves