Nothing

Nothing's ensconced, nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled or twisted or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead Tunnels and channels and chasms and rifts Shiny split streams and unclimbable cliffs I see you there ever so slowly being drawn to the sea As if by some signal that's unheard by me I stand on a feature, the sheet of blue stone Then for one instant I'm not quite alone Your hand is extended but then you rescind And you, like my thoughts, are blown off by the wind Nothing's ensconced, nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled, or twisted, or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead Nothing's ensconced, nothing's entrenched Nothing's entangled, or twisted, or wrenched Everything smoothly flows right through my head What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead What I had hoped might linger is swept off instead