I believe we're crossing the great ravine

Still yearning half-way a stranger

I believe in our multiplicity

still part-blind no reason for anger

I believe we pull up our roots and retreat

A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra



Why won't you tell me the truth about you



Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene

Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation

Tyranny crushing the young bird's seed

Halloween's mate short fuse of the banker



We're all spores but we're never eunuchs love's one the loose

Deflect the short tunics and the cameras ruse there's no judgement

In ignorance I say



Some people tell me stories wasting all my time

Some trying not receiving someone else's lies

It's my time, yes it's my time