Without You not a straw moves,
Not even the wind blows
You move the star gear and you are the breath
What-spins the Earth.
The eye is looking for you and the hand is looking for you,
The thought is looking for you.
But the eye is blind and the hand is empty
And the thought fumbles.
Here and there you send a sign
Which is caught and then forgotten by thought
And people feel that you are, or that you are not
And the thought scares they.