And he said to me,
stooped like an old piece of sugar cane
sucked dry by the hungry lips of
life beating in his soul man veins,
"Verbalize yaself"

He said to me,
with his lips paper dry and kissed at the edges
by the winter cold knocking at the door of
his soul man heart

He said -

He asked with the thousand
nights of thunder a rumblin' not so far off
in his distance

He asked with tumblin' and fumblin' clatter of
old soul man fingers plucking the strings of
my new bubblegum heart and asked of
my cheap blue shoes -

for me to "verbalize maself"

And I opened my fresh new mouth smelling of
the summer in the rain
And my eyes that glowed in the darkness of
the future
and in the bright right light of
soul
And my cheap blue shoes danced a little
to the beat I heard in the heart of
the soul man

And I said to him,
tall like the uncut grass
left by the careless and the damned
with life leaving in their veins
I said,
"Grace"