Ties
Three tongues in a circuit
Two poles and a shrub
One arrowhead in an inlet
And a line between the tops
Three in one, what a sight
Three-two-one, day and night
The bottom swallows the whole
In Galileo's dusty shroud
Tongues, poles
An arrowhead and a line
Three sparks in a vessel
Embrace the burning mile
What a sight
The bush is alight
Three tongues in a circuit
Carry the linear ties
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