Testo Dry Spell

winter is a solipsist

it can't believe that spring exists

that's a song I tried to start

but never could complete
until now



I've feel the downpour, the flash flood, the end of a dry spell

up to my hips in the warm mud where no flowers grew

but now they do



Bas Jan Ader went to sea

searching for the mystery
the page on which I wrote that part

was crumpled in defeat (until now)



I feel the ice break, the dam burst, the end of a dry spell

and as the fields slake an old thirst and growth starts anew

I tip my head back and drink well, the pen and the inkwell

are full of you

I feel the pull of you

the fount of you

it's on account of you