I've been away a long long time Wrestle below the blurry line -I never want to make these mine Out of the ashes one by one Clutched in the grip of an ornate slow burn - I never want to make that turn And I want to do nothing And I want to do something And I want to do away Hand on the tomb in the willows shade Reaping the web the elusive laid How can the mist that's you be tamed Low in the room my shadow hangs Sober the hands from which you came Wavering truths will end up frayed