Within Hours

Time is on our side, Sleep is slow, And underfoot is only the world That chimes cued by man-time, But we have a soul, So we don't need a face We just need a home; No eyes to see the smile above the chin, And no nose to smell the breath within, And no ears beneath the receding hairline. climb with all your ropes tied in a bow And curdled down to the white bone, Which fray and whip till they sing, And slip in the line "We don't need a face, We just need a home".