Forked paths Here we say farewell Tine lines Always parallel Ground swells Drag me to the light Nerve cells Pullulating life . . . Why should time Be so on its own? Why fly over the unknowns? Why is now The only thing we'll ever really own? Why should I never feel at home? Why climb valleys full of bones? Why is now The only thing we'll ever really know? Loopholes Opening the way Thresholds Turning over days . . . Why should time Be so on its own? Why fly over the unknowns? Why is now The only thing we'll ever really own? Why should I never feel at home? Why climb valleys full of bones? Why is now The only thing we'll ever really know?