I am becoming gradually untangled.
I am becoming, coaxingly unstrangled.
Beneath the inhibition where it lies
Beneath the crowding aspect of the skies
All of the clouds are dying
All of the children are softly, quietly crying
Under the swaying branches
And the sounds
Of traffic cars and whispering undergrounds
Here in the depths of our hearts the rafters lie
Here in the depths of our eyes we try and try
Mixing the cords and creating always and ever
Another knot and another with each endeavor