It never hurt this much before,

And I feel I'm courting Saturn.

The Twelve-Eyed Secret gazes through a prism,

Staring into raindrops swirling slow

It lifts its horrible heads

With lidless orbs of limitless vision.

I dream with fluid movements in a lake

The ripples cast from skipping stones

We speak below a gushing mind,

Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box

Full of Worms and stalking shadows.

Magnetism draws me to a cone of space;

I sift still through hours of its plasma,

Biding time until the clocks collapse.

Music shattered my spine on the steps outside;

I cannot move; my liquid breathing

Is sculpted with this binding gel.

But come, my love, and rescue me

From failure.

Cover me with an opium sheet,

Embrace me with gossamer;

Kiss the moonstones from my eyes

And brush the cobwebs from my bones.

It all sings beautifully;

With all your strength believe this.

But I know you can't understand

Why I threw myself from the glass again.