text: The vanishing point is on me. One blinking island—a light
  In the darkness there’s a sign, the vanishing line is mine
  I cannot reach tomorrow, see your face or breach your sorrow
  There, in the corner of the sky, a waving hand takes flight
  The vanishing point is on me
  Clear the orchard, clear the rise
  A line vanishing, a line vanishing
  Clear the airport, clear the sky
  A line vanishing, lines vanishing
  Clear the table, close the door
  Speak your name, step toward—