Unmoved

The leaves hang limp And motionless And the hairs on my arm Rest against my skin Unmoved The whispering wind Of a moment ago They are still for now They are still just now And in the silence I swear to God I can hear the sounds Of the interstate Unmoved The soft shell I ate somedays ago Was fried and battered Soggy and compromised Now I carry a basket Of exoskeletons Down the road I'm on Unmoved --- Unmoved - Dirty Projectors