At night while lying in my bed,
I'd hear a radio in my head,
A moonbeam became a fire to dread,
With a distant dog heard baying....

His master repeatedly called him too,

I use the crack between the worlds
To try to mend the broken humans
Spirits, hearts and minds and trust,
Cruelly thrust by the golems abound.
Know that if there's any pain

Adoration in my head,
Liquid bowing tiny threads,
The synapse's in rhythm rippling,
Seeking out and holding hands.
Creating spheres unseen but true,
Expanding outward, touching you.

The sleepy child in the corner,
A peep, a smile and a sigh,
Half-lidded catches briefly,
Unbidden snatches of shadow-man.

Mentally he arrays man richly,
As gently, he sways his hand,

A monster at birth was she,
Able to better see,
What no one else could see,
A natural ability.

She wants to let it go,
And wants to hide.
But she's gonna blow because

A cat's purr carries me into the deep
My spirit makes the transition to sleep
The beauty of it all makes me want to weep
Where am I going?

Don't call me a martyr, I'll lose control,
No pity within my soul.
The sombre fires rage in my head,
Burning flowers in the coals.

Recognition is smeared with a funny secret
this morning...
Your sap retreats to last night, then returns
flowering in my face.

Why should it matter?
Yesterday was a perfect world without pain,
Today it's a perfect world with pain.
It's all the same,
The world stays the same,

Nameless guides on either side
We walk a dusty road.
Even tho' the temple's gone,
It's power pulls us on.

Everything's illuminated
In this building, ghost of stone.

The flutterings on my neck,
Not the front,
As of a dove crashing into me
Breast first.

The softness awakens
The imprint upstairs.
Sameness occurs,

You kill my spirit for yesterday's virtue,
For today it is the key to your madness.
Anything could have been, anything at all.

Don't run with plastic emptiness,

Scrooge had the ghosts
Of past, present, future
But I got Heywood Floyd
By day he was my parole man
And my guardian angel at night

Primeval cryptograms
Written in the liquour of sap
Human expression branching outward
Like the trees

Crisp, bright cinnamon toast

All is quiet
Even the snowflakes hit hard
The world is so soundless
That it is turned inside out

I am enveloped

Even a dust mote