I travelled to Georgia to see if I could learn to split wires

They said I needed to learn the old school uppercut

Just to get the gears working

The sun was blazing into the cauldron of my mind

So I waited for the moon

She whispered sweet secrets about sacred filament

I took a bus to Montana

To make a dollar and see the sights

The man in black twisted my dreams

So I cracked under the starry sky

My feet would learn the meaning of many miles

Before recalling the rhymes that led back home

I walked under the bridge by the river

To find the woman who sings to the sea

She said to travel to Georgia and learn to split wires

So I picked up my walking stick

And headed south

The distant breeze of awe and ache trembled beneath my feet

I will come to know the space between the great gap

I will fill it with potential

I will travel to Georgia

And I will split a wire

Like a loose end of a tall tale

That could settle matters for awhile