Temporal Dominoes

He likes the smell of the incense

She likes her Indian food

The sweltering subway so intense

Not a gesture is left unpursued

'Cause they're not in the mood to miss miracles

Culling their half-baked assumptions

Paradigms toppling untried

Demolishing decades-old hunches

With their eyes all unraveled and wide

At the top of the tide

And nowhere to hide

Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky

Stuttering syllables strung out to dry

When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly

She mustered the mettle to try

Hostels to harbor them homeless

Fishing holes dawning in dew

Tapping the glass on the compass

Getting lost in the accents of blue

On the margins of true

Staring skyward

Training from Oxford to Cardiff

At ear-popping edges of speed

Heads all a-scatter and starry

What we want, what we mean, what we need

They can no more misread

Once you know what you know

Then you know how you know that you

Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky

Spiraling syllables strung out to dry

When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly

She mustered the mettle to try

And the stars will keep spinning if nobody sees them

And the moon will keep drawing the ocean apart

If you're smothered in cities of fragile agreement

Then pack your bags yesterday yesterday yesterday

Tie down your heart and start to -- hiyiyi

He likes the smell of the incense

She likes her Indian food

We're tourists in search of the blessings and curses of messes and motion

And strangers and spectacle -- we're

Catching our breaths before galaxies

Galloping glimpses of art

Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky

Spiritual syllables strung out to dry

When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly

She mustered the mettle to try

The days are just dominoes stacked to the sky

And towers do topple, so brace yourself by

If you're swamped in the swelter of reasons to never ask why

Look to the sky

Look to the sky