i think i understand,
i understand.
down into the basement parts of your geometry i
seem to have fallen in the smooth, grey-blue
shadow of this evening’s dark, reflective ring and though i
really don’t understand what i am seeing,
what you told me and why you aren’t winking,
i’ll
have a little faith this time, and i’ll
put on a warm, clean smile this time, and maybe
later when we come together i’ll see a little dawn, like a
january walking song, like
there goes your breath all white in front of you and the
tuesday traffic sings in your ears and it’s all
right.