While you stand upright, a statue in wait,locked in the iron of your skeletal state,I fold like a ribbon, I stretch like the light,liquid and lawless, a ghost in the night.
To be backbone free is to mirror the tide,with nowhere to break and nothing to hide.I am the sway of the willow, the drift of the smoke,unburdened by weight or the wood-heavy yoke. Backbone Free
No foundation to crumble, no pillar to fall,I am the spirit that flows through the wall.Free from the axis, the rigid, the true—I am the motion that passes through you. While you stand upright, a statue in wait,locked