Temporal Dominoes

He likes the smell of the incense
 She likes her Indian food
 The sweltering subway so intense
 Not a gesture is left unpursued
 'Cause they're not in the mood to miss miracles
 Culling their half-baked assumptions
 Paradigms toppling untried
 Demolishing decades-old hunches
 With their eyes all unraveled and wide
 At the top of the tide
 And nowhere to hide
 Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky
 Stuttering syllables strung out to dry
 When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly
 She mustered the mettle to try
 Hostels to harbor them homeless
 Fishing holes dawning in dew
 Tapping the glass on the compass
 Getting lost in the accents of blue
 On the margins of true
 Staring skyward
 Training from Oxford to Cardiff
 At ear-popping edges of speed
 Heads all a-scatter and starry
 What we want, what we mean, what we need
 They can no more misread
 Once you know what you know
 Then you know how you know that you
 Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky
 Spiraling syllables strung out to dry
 When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly
 She mustered the mettle to try
 And the stars will keep spinning if nobody sees them
 And the moon will keep drawing the ocean apart
 If you're smothered in cities of fragile agreement
 Then pack your bags yesterday yesterday yesterday
 Tie down your heart and start to -- hiyiyi
 He likes the smell of the incense
 She likes her Indian food
 We're tourists in search of the blessings and curses of messes and motion
 And strangers and spectacle -- we're
 Catching our breaths before galaxies
 Galloping glimpses of art
 Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky
 Spiritual syllables strung out to dry
 When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly
 She mustered the mettle to try
 The days are just dominoes stacked to the sky
 And towers do topple, so brace yourself by
 If you're swamped in the swelter of reasons to never ask why
 Look to the sky
 Look to the sky