~GO! wired

[WIREMAN]

break neck speed
the long sword
faster....faster....
down lonesome byways
sticks thrown unto
the everafter
challenging spaces
left without traces
wired to the walls
wailing raga blues
shadows that are cast
memories that never vanish
movement....no escaping this
journey to the other side.......

[Whitebird Sings]

found the sticks,
and dragged them back
across those spaces,
those lonely places.

now,
just
waiting
for your return.
and when you do
we'll take up the sticks,
step out of the shadows
and make the skins come alive.

but not 'til your return.

we'll wait
for you
here,
back home,
anticipating
new memories.
already got our share of blues.