It is a hair tie. I watched a video of Victor and Steve Bailey my friend let me borrow. He said he uses it to keep open strings from ringing, and it is easy to move up or down the neck when needed.
Shrouding all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...