All at once sight becomes a sound, the sky becomes a shroud.
Tickles roof of mouth.
Two lines at a time, a voice is heard but what did it say, what could that have meant?
You swept the rug out from under me,
you pulled the plug out so I won’t see.
God gave chase but the people found their stride and He could see this was their time.
And all at once the pages turn themselves
and I’m just glad I didn’t get in, wasn’t in their way.
You swept the rug out from under me,
you pulled the plug out so I won’t see.