Hands on the surface That is (real ok?) Sun locating black, silver, and grey Bringing those things to light Streetlamps to light This collapse, this expansion Falling, vertigo Off the brink, things can thing can Now they spin alive Touching becomes a new seeing (?) so sweet Calls to me And I obey When (?) Eyes undisguised The tactile stimulae Sun over the black waterfall Silvery and salty And battered rock This collapse, this expansion Falling, vertigo Off the brink, things can thing can Now they spin alive Touching becomes a new seeing