Motion over the organ Pipe in more trees Leave no stone Untoched by toes Language might get you Where there is the out life But definitions won't save you From a lack in the wanderpartment Port of callous standards Universally serially bust The seeming harmonics Machined to perfect While the land let lie Makes truth trite As you get off your seat Escape a head That can't do everything we asked Without a little help From friendly surroundings