You have gone to a place-name I am watching the roofs Of the small buildings That move along the windows And the walls of a train I take the spring summer railway Into the east of southern north Where the smell of All the actions I’ve performed Will be removed by the sun
Take up light And wash yourself Take up light And wash yourself On the spring summer railway On spring summer rail On the spring summer railway On spring summer rail
I am leaving on the Tuesday You will see me on the fifth When the light dust That has settled on my arms Has been removed by the rain But I don’t see the need for water It has never made me clean Like the light that moves along The windows of a train In the day
Take up light And wash yourself Take up light And wash yourself On the spring summer railway On spring summer rail On the spring summer railway On spring summer rail
There are patches of time that come loose And drift amongst the rest of life And if you are able to occasionally climb aboard You’re one of the lucky ones And then, perhaps, if so inclined and able, you will try To make something out of the experience A poem, a picture, a song, or a book Or something else of that kind
But instead
Take up light And wash yourself Take up light And wash yourself On the spring summer railway On spring summer rail On the spring summer railway On spring summer rail