Waiting as the parts align
A subtle kind of touch
The process lies beyond me
I’m just bristles for a brush
A slower moving part, it said
That’s what I’ll give to you
You’ll have to see the horrors, though
That form inside the truth
Some thousand different moments, then
Some thousand different lies
Some thousand different ways to look
Some thousand ways to die
Some ways to multiply a problem
Throw it on the pile
Some ways to never could have known
Or hate yourself awhile
Some ways to understand it all
Some ways to feel strange
Some ways to shift the frequency
And make it go away
Some way into another place
Somewhere that’s worth your while
Some forces are at work, and true
It hurts when they are vile
Some way to strike another path
Somehow that’s worth your care
All ways are ways that lead us back
To what was always there