No Hands
Johanna Healy, Ashley Kossakowski
I set out to invade my dreams
My hands in front of my eyes
If I get lost I have this compass
Connects the earth and sky
But it doesn’t give weight
To this passing train
And all the stops along the way
Halt my comprehension of pain
Grinding halt
Screeching stop
I can take my time for a little
Got time to kill
Quick steps backward
Clocks ticking, bringing forth the heartbeat
Of this time, this life that
Never slows down but never really seems to start up
Broken, severed elements of past identities
Jokes that fell flat
Guiding me home
Past a faceless clock with no hands
Grinding halt
Screeching stop
I can take my time for a little
Got time to kill
Following no hands
No hands of time