No capo.  

Dm                      F
I split the atom of one second
                   C 
Choosing history's lathe 
                          Bb
Each word summons now the next
                Dm
A master to his slave

Dm
Countless links 
            F
Within some silent chain
         C                                   Bb
And time becomes the sediment that drifts to algae
                      Dm
Divorced from comets' trains

Dm                 F
In the East, a reflection
               C
Of the Western sunset
                      Bb
North, South, pole to pole
                       
Turn back in regret

Dm                      F
And to the East I might stumble
                    C
To the West I would crawl
                    Bb
And if North is the winter
                  C
Then South is the fall

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