Thieves have brought us invisible make-up

The fires are growing hypnotically thin

Fish are leading us out of the water

Spineless majesty swallows a grin



There's a seed on the wind

There's a rose in the seed

On the petals of the rose

Is the smell of sweet ammonia



Frozen cherubs alight in a glowing tree

Copper locust, invisible string

Fried robots are blowing sweet melodies

Silver frogs in lava stream sing



I am the light beam I am the rock

I think I am I think I am

I am the lime doll I am the dog

I think I am I think I am



Pulled a muscle inside my thinking

Not using my head for while

Unearthing the tunneling underground

I bury my head in the sky