The Pivoting Savage!
In pathos, in heartaches wind consoles the chimes ringing in time
Time and ear pales and fades all hope thins and dies
What besides the wind and chime bring to me/alone
Longing for a rustling from tall grass or tree?
Round, Round Pivoting! Pivoting!
The plans unfold exhaulted stretch
Undimmed in dawn beastly savage with chafer
Teeth clock, spring sapling arms
Pivoting! Pivoting!
Wooden swinging jaws, detailed boiled eyes
Pivoting! Pivoting!
Golden sun paints the wood with aged sun
Brush strokes, blushing beard from toiled sorrow
Eyebrows begging entertainment fear
Pivoting! Pivoting! Pivoting!
Plained knives swinging about a vision behold
Of thorns and sticks clack stabbing, proud
A monument for wind and man companion from branch
Longer than life this pivoting savage reposes last!
Pivoting around, Round round, Pivoting pivoting
Push by hands it spins pivoting
Wait for wind to lend expression to relieve my tired
Arms from pivoting! Pivoting! Pivoting!
Wild ecstacy, forced into a smile I spin around!
Rising wind, from my arms I'm pivoting!
I'm pivoting! I'm pivoting! I'm pivoting! I'm pivoting!