Edgeless White

I started out counting and I gave that up early,

The ground here is white and the sky isn't deep,

There's a sign leaning over

with nothing left on it,

And heat coming up

in a shivering sheet.

Mm,

mmm, mm-mm, Mm, mmm,

mm-mm-mm.

There's cracked flat salt

and there's nothing to learn from it,

Dust devils turning like they're due somewhere soon,

There's a bird holding still

on a long slow railing,

And the only shade out here for miles is me.

The salt flat has no edge that I can see,

It just keeps going and it takes the sky with it,

The salt flat has no edge and neither do I,

So I keep walking and I don't ask why.

I stopped saying the name

somewhere behind me, It had worn down soft and it sounded the

same

As the wind coming over,

as the salt going paler,

As a thing you'd repeat till it isn't a name.

The salt flat has no edge that I can see,

It just keeps going and it takes the sky with it,

The salt flat has no edge and neither do I,

So I keep walking

and I don't ask why.

Now the ground's started shining and the crust here is broken,

Somebody rested and the salt's pressed and worn,

There's a shape in the white about the size of a person,

And I sat down in it

and I felt less alone.

Mm,

mmm,

mm-mm,

Mm, mmm, mm-mm-mm.