Sanoja: Assembly Of Dust. Honest Hour.

In the hour before the devil finds I've died
I'll move slow as my ending descends from the pines
Because I couldn't stop for death
She kindly stopped for me and she stole my breath (Emily Dickinson)

If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere

Well I walked through that hour in a drawn out sleepless bliss
Blinking possibilites shuttered and ceased to exist
Like a prisoner of my personality
My time had come and my body was set free

I went easy from my body but harder from my ways
I lived tall in this life but I was naked at the end of my born days
When desperation rang long through me
Horses whispered in the distance and my body was set free