Call It the Sundance

Under the skin insect glint is shot thoughts
Hemispheres of sparks, eyes that won't close
Observe and doing change all things

Falls through Love objects
This gathering of accidents
Into dynastic triumph of things
I long for dawn at end of mind

Traveling light deluge of birth and death
Quiver of events trembling to be
Shot into the face of time
Call it the Sundance

Everything you do, everything you say
Whether false or true
In some kind of way, touches something
Everything you take, everything you leave
Every move you make
Pulls the fabric of the weave of everything
Call it the Sundance

Everything you do, everything you say
Whether false or true
In some kind of way, touches something
Everything you take, everything you leave
Every move you make
Pulls the fabric of the weave of everything
Call it the Sundance