Текст песни A Woolgathering Exodus

The compass is stuck; direction destructs Petty for want of maintaining a precedent The canopy smirks at argument A verdant recess worthy of still-life Feet on new floors & the charms of an aleph Genesis in the occident Parenthesis of a continent Allegiant to the idea there is only a right place Eras inside themselves, unrepentantly effaced I clutch my few, who stay with me like an aura & tend the garden well, giving rime to the flora The compass is stuck The lamb is amok The compass is stuck; directions destruct