Vertical Desert - Chris Whitley

I lean back on the sundial

Where angels fall;

Too late to tell thetime —

Yours or mine

Now the landscape sestures questions —

How does your body climb

The latitudes beyond me?

Weigh the evenings

Silence, science, secrets;

The wreckage and the prize —

Behind your eyes two could have tasted

Visions raised on vacancy and lies

And a vertical desert;

Where you stand now,

Where i will be measured

Until we finally field

The stations, nations, civilizations

Underground

Cause now i know the lay of land —

Living with the law will come apart

If i care enough i will break your heart

Under the weight of pleasure until

Where we stand aloft

At a vertical desert

I come back here sometimes

Angels fall fireflies ascend out

Beyond the aching skyline

Reckless distances erupt in intoxication

Between the hard

And soft of our evaporations.

Where we stand aloft

At the vertical desert

In the curved air of collapse

And creation

The ballast of chaos and

Gravity’s liberations