Know Not Whorl
Jennifer Charles, Oren Bloedow
A body walks upon the Earth
Versed in languages without words
Take a place, make a happy face
Dreaming migration like the birds
Oiled rough string through the needle
Into your know not whorl
Once again, taking dictation
Left or right, fielding satellite
Is it all chutes and ladders
Where you step all that matters
Oiled rough string through the needle
Into your know not whorl
Will I weary of you
Or you me
Rubbed the ridges off
Our lucky penny
No more heads or tails
Only no not sails
Just because we have senses
Even if I've known you all along
Lest we speak it all vanishes
Just a splash not much to hang upon
Oiled rough string through the needle
Into your know not whorl
