sparking but not writing
twitching like the lightning
seizing like a pirate
as the moon in barely brightens
tidal waves the size of titans
see them hover there in silence
for one blink of your wide eyelids
and you realize you're the violet
witnessing the quiet violence
held inside the time that binds us 

every moment that will find us
it is born and dies inside us

we hold what we've found
we drop it on the ground
we hold what we've found
we lose it in the crowd

for every moment that will find us
that is born and dies inside us
another moment sits beside us
and the water falls from highness
covers over the entire us

dirty deadly it unwinds us
until our bodies have no pilots
'til our bodies have no pilots
and we're lost under the sea

we hold what we've found
we drop it on the ground
we hold what we've found
we lose it in the crowd
we hold what we've found
we drop it on the ground
we hold what we've found
we lose it in the crowd

Tidal Wave

She's just a wayfarer 
waiting for a rolling carriage to pick her up and tell her she belongs
Maybe she'll find Jesus or some other kid who needs us
Or a wayfarer's comforting song

She picks up sticks and waves them
In the wind
Hoping to catch fate by the shins
And slice it so it ends or begins
She's tired of the miles 
all out of gin 
Looking to sink or swim


She's just a wayfarer 
waiting for a rolling carriage to pick her up and tell her she belongs
Maybe she'll find Jesus or some other kid who needs us
Or a wayfarer's comforting song

She ferments her flowers
she counts the hours 
she drinks the sours
She's falling in love or she's drinking the suds
Of some sweet beaux's bathtub

She'll be gone in a bit
Rolling her knits shooting a spit to the dirt
Never will sit or her wandering quit
Leaving tens of sad men alone with the earth

She's just a wayfarer 
waiting for a rolling carriage to pick her up and tell her she belongs
Maybe she'll find Jesus or some other kid who needs us
Or a wayfarers comforting song

Jessi Watson