Rewind

I'm on my way

back to the time, before we were wired.

I'm on my way

back from the light of switchboards and dials

back from chaos, rewind

I'm on my way

back from the time, of mainframes and lines

I'm on my way

back from the bright, and neon designs

back from cell phones

back before we were moving so....so

Summers, open the curtains

Mornings, I can recall

One string linking our houses

Tin cans taking the call

Sunlight, snapping the picture

clotheslines carry the sound

Augusts making the fiction

Your voice always around

Analog dreams, recording the scene:

we're wiring the trees,

stringing the sky, to play off the light,

these wild frequencies

And dreams of defiance

the follies of science

can make you feel so . . . so