A hawk came into the ark
and went out again a hawk
It’s what hits when you set your clock
to the crowing of the cock
Wildflower planted field
Dolly motion, petty yield
Tulip vanes and swallow-tails
Strong winds and bitter ales
Silver trumpets, shittim wood
Heard but misunderstood
As tests of strength and faith and pride
To separate but not divide
They’re tools to tell apart
the purist and the pure of heart
Playing for time to tell apart
the purist from the pure of heart
Busy busy busy still
Great things still unsearchable
Got starving artist breath
A halfpenny argument
Bus sprung suspension bridge
Accordion apocalypse
Sticky piston, gutter mud
Kamikaze loggias
Salt flats, medusa clouds
Mad king, blazing world
They’re tools to tell apart
the purist and the pure of heart
Playing for time to tell apart
the purist from the pure of heart
Busy busy busy still
Great things still unsearchable
