She's startled when we touch back down A vagrant path toward you on An embryo of solid ground With sight and sound unraveling There's a thousand empty spaces we could fill Could you bare with me a moment Take me now The cosmos is a void Consumes me whole Are you searching for something new? Your force of habit is a force of nature There's never time enough I'm in your waiting room Never will there be time enough Her cavern mind is just a photograph It barely dwindles when beckoned A shallow face beneath the wreckage and me