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