Track Insight / Lyrics
I hang where gulls trace wind lines
Beneath the overpass design
My bow oxidized to teal
No lock to turn, no bolt to heal
Brass key on concrete spine
No door fits this turn of mine
Salt writes green on my face
Time moves slow in this place
Halophytes root in the seam
Salicornia knows my theme
Zinc and copper leach below
Into substrate, soft and slow
Brass key on concrete spine
No door fits this turn of mine
Salt writes green on my face
Time moves slow in this place
Cars rush past at ninety pace
I measure years in corrosion's grace
Patina blooms like lichen bloom
Guarding silence, guarding room
Brass key on concrete spine
No door fits this turn of mine
Salt writes green on my face
Time moves slow in this place
My teeth are cut for wards that sleep
In drawers of oak, in cuts too deep
But here I serve as sentinel
A brass hypothesis, parallel
Quercus roots will crack the span
Long after I'm gone to sand
But today I catch the light
Brass and salt, holding tight
Tide brings seeds to my feet
Spartina grows in salt and heat
I turn once each year for show
A ritual only gulls know
Brass key on concrete spine
No door fits this turn of mine
Salt writes green on my face
Time moves slow in this place
Patina thickens, green and deep
The overpass sings me to sleep
