Pond Song 4.50

The jolt puts us on edge on a tight rope, one side nothing, the other side exceeding life. G&B 249

ice necklace high tide__faceless nickle pond
last stop for the moon’s urge__capital’s fond

dream of creative destruction__nothing profits dooms
this place to be no place__underwater rooms

open as the tide goes out__out there silver threads
one tuxedo one gray__a pair of buffleheads