Standard (EADGBE)
Place your hand on mine, untie your mind.
Let your bloated brain balloon and float away.
Wet the end of the thread.
Thimble upon your index.
Set the needle on its path,
Bobbing up and down and past.
Tears and seams all turn to one,
With every stitch and each spool spun.
Feed the line through its eye,
Draw it from the other side.
Pull the strand to satisfy
The need to compose,
The genetic gap.
The scientific half
The detailed blueprint,
Swept under carpets.
All we did was spread the eye of the silver splinter.
We simply planted the seed and nursed it through winter.
The rest is up to you to do with what you'll do.
To learn and love and laugh,
Till the cycle circles back.
I'll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage.
Divide and disappear, I'll see you in the mirror.