06 April 2004 - 16:50

Plectics could be a study of my life
between the dirt and sun
every abstraction stirs within my brain
and makes my fingers curl

You walk beside me inside thoughts like those
And your concerns can barely cause dismay
It's so much greater that you're there to know

	And know that leaves are written
	Or know how cells divide
	And know what you and I can do
	If we try

Plectics could be a study of my dreams
sometimes they sink down into light
And if I woke within I'd know
how much more I am than I