In shards of ultraviolet
A red winged blackbird starts to sing
He says your sense of centre is everywhere in everything

My blind spots are many
So much I cannot see
We are beginners all our lives and I'm still learning
How big the small can be

I walk through sunless alleys
As what must be broken starts to break
Like a befuddled man who yearns for coffee
In a mostly hypnagogic state

My blind spots are many
So much I cannot see
We are beginners all our lives and I'm still learning
How big the small can be