Tracy K. Smith - The Largeness We Can't See lyrics

When our laughter skids across the floor Like beads yanked from some girl's throat, What waits where the laughter gathers? And later, when our saw-toothed breaths Lay us down on a bed of leaves, what feeds With ceaseless focus on the leaves? It's solid, yet permeable, like a mood. Like God, it has no face. Like lust, It flickers on without a prick of guilt. We move in and out of rooms, leaving Our dust, our voices pooled on sills. We hurry from door to door in a downpour Of days. Old trees inch up, their trunks thick With new rings. All that we see grows Into the ground. And all we live blind to Leans its d**hless heft to our ears and sings.