Cool subjective looks go deep
The languishing desert – so bleak
With time like a dagger in the hand,
This moment makes impressions in the sand.

The ridiculous smile inside a tomb
The laughing – coming into this room
And the look – rapidly ageing
The minute – watching, not sleeping

		II

The cool look buried in the sand
The lively legs, moving too grand
The lying sun, giving without measure
As the tomb moves to the edge, closer, closer

A door opens and a fraction of light enters
The window shuts and the wind gentles
The cool looks go deeper, deeper
But the impressions fade slower, slower

Being close to the edge, into a winter
Where the air is gentle and thinner
Looking over into a slowing tomb,
I’m listening, to the falling snow, in my room

		III

Closer, come closer the edge ever closer
Look down the outlook forever
Subject the moment in time, to a smile
Impress the desert sands to new time
Measure the sun’s giving .. closer, closer.
Closer to the edge – listen for the words!
Close to the edge – giving back the clouds!