A Pin-Light Bent - Joanna Newsom

My life comes and goes

My life comes and goes

Short flight, free rows:

I lie down and doze

My life came and went

My life came and went

Short flight;

free descent

Poor flight attendant

But the sky, over the ocean!

And the ocean, skirting the city!

And the city, bright as a garden

(when the garden woke to meet me)

From that height was a honeycomb

Made of light from those funny homes, intersected:

Each enclosed, anelectric and alone

In our lives is a common sense

That relies on the common fence

That divides, and attends

But provides scant defense

From the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole

When the pin-light calls itself Selfhood

And the Selfhood inverts on a mirror

In an Amora Obscura

But it’s mine.

Or, at least, it’s lent

And my life, until the time is spent

Is a pin-light, bent

It’s a pin-light, bent