The nothing came in little dronesA darkness sewn in folded quantum tourniquetsThe offering we made to joveWas not enough to keep him on the horizonWhen all the bridges wave and flexWith bending pitch in fractals wovenAll your friends will call to usThey're floating overheadGive us a toneFill us with sound codesLet the honey bees fermentGlow into a meade inside the lions headDelicate species were meantThe pirouette into the background with the deadWhen all the bridges wave and flexWith bending pitch in fractals wovenAll your friends will call to usIt's floating overheadAnd when the sonic waves are shotFrom cannons on a flatbed truckThe atmosphere will shake and shoutIt's cracking over headGive us a toneFill us with sound codesGrace us with deep floodsFreeze up (and thaw) new perennials
