Along the track the wires are humming
In bursts of code like far-off drums
Fathering a message Further up the line
Someone's shouting down the passage of time
The corridor restrains the window
No view without the eye (I?) within
Bold upon the threshold But holding on the line
Shouting down the passage of time
Relatives speak on the phone on the train
Talking before they have thought to explain
Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night
Can't pick the pace up, oh let there be light
How light becomes the soul
You know yourself the centre of attention
You know yourself the locus of event
Sorry if it's painful Quarrying the lime, stage centre
Shouting down the passage of time
The corridor retains its shadows
its secrets compartmentalised
What's there to see or make clear
What's there to know when the voice is right here
What's there to promise or vow
What's to believe when the time is right now
Relatives speak on the phone on the train
Talking before they have thought to refrain
Voices projecting, spears in mid-flight
Frozen forever, oh let there be light!!