(Sin Estate)
Sometimes the words become bright
(often at night)
Tinsel streams smudged in flight
Dynamic planes, polymorphous sprites
Strung on the wire in my left eye
It peaks as I speak in the cover of night
And hides when I'm sad
I consider it light.
Then if I try
I can see whats inside
But just for an instant or 3
Is it rotating gears
Circuits or liquid?
Would you like to know what I see?
First things first
I met a drawer revealed as time
Most see it as a finish line
I see it as a mime
It moves just like a dime
Spinning on it's side
Beneath it is a garden
With every kind of seed
That bears every kind of fruit
To stamp out every need
I feel like a farmer
Or else I'm insect feed
Nearby there's a cave
The hollow of the mind
Leaking crystal plumes
Swelling vines
Ancient art museum
And laboratory
And place to pass the time
Inside is an ape
Roasting on a spit
Prometheus his name
Ever stuck between
The pendulum and the pit