Making it anything

So it isn't nothing now

I am touching at the future

With a tin edge

Hollow stamp

I wove the spin of endurance

Knots hanging in black twine

Jarred up on a plank shelf

Oiled to a shine

I am wanting, I am wishing

For wind

To know this stillness out

Making it anything

So it isn't nothing now

Screaming on track

Pounding up loud

Dreaming down pipe

On the sigh

Sifting on freight tight

This machine rides