Sand

Dance around the shapes The same since they began The time cannot be changed But time can change the land Nothing in its place The shapes are where they stand Drift through outer space The garden in my hand Ink is on the page (Ink is on the page) Pen, my quill, my hand The page in my disgrace The fragile sleeve of sand A body wide awake The brain of rubber bands I dance around the place The nature plastic man I dance around the shapes The same since they began The time cannot be changed But time can change the land Nothing in its place The shapes are where they stand Drift through outer space The garden in my hand