Photograph

If you want beautiful, pitiful,

have me in a picture

and if you want make me dance,

throw me round spin upon your

finger

Blind labors the blind and I am

unwilling to uncover my eyes

And if you want take your time rifle

through, find a very nice one

if there's a crease in my face over

time, there's plenty more where

that came from

Words, frozen, will thaw when I am

wasted, I am better shut up

and a frame is quite confining,

hang me up...hang me up

I'm in the photograph

When I'm alone and the world is a

fist, I am weightless

a universe, gravitate, orchestrate,

I am fearless

and spin, the sky surrounding free

from all the picture perfect

and spin the sky surrounding,

larger than life, meanwhile