it was the rocks you liked so much you d throw them down into the river s darkness down from where the trains go flying your legs hung out into the air we ll keep on kicking we re moving but it s never going when we go it s like we re faking two palms no sound closer and closer the beam s width that s between us gets just a little leaner we ought to fail to see it and if i go to the left and if you move to the right so that we ve hit and spilled we ve turned it off in the night between the banks that roll the glass hidden motion above we go on without knowing the pines control the wild sarcasm to hold us up and time was held well worth the holding waste when you try to save save it and it ends up wasted you know these words answer we entered the trains won t ride beside us but water moves beneath us and takes away the sense of hearing it all