Interval

There is no voyage
That will not lead
Into the eye of the storm
One eye
The circle is all the same
One dream
And in between
You get off
Ornament and Mission
For a glass of water

That eye
That interval
That glass of water
That joy perhaps
Is the reason for the circle
That is all the same

After the circle
We will all enter
Another interval together
And the water running the sink
Will be so cool
So good