FARTHER THAN ARROW. HIGHER THAN WINGS FLY.

THE BULL HORN it CRIES
LIKE AN OVERLAPPING PARADIGM
that CANNOT DIE
with sleepy EYES
WE BRUSHED ON our FABRICATED lies
TOWARDS the end of the COURT ROOM
hidden in DISGUISE
the dishes LEFT in the LIVING ROOM
SEEKING TO BE satisfied
THE WORLD IS SPINNING ROUND
like SOFT MAGNETIC thighs
ALTHOUGH I CANNOT KEEP IT FROM DOING SUCH
FROM ORDINARY STARES
WAKING UP AS THE DAY BREAKS
THE LIMITS OF WHICH CAN NEVER BE COMPARED
TAKING ME softly
BY THE HAND
A GUIDE
IN THE SAND
TO THE BEST OF OUR ABILITY
TO GO FORTH and SEEK
FOR THE REST of YOUR LIFE
THIS WILL BE
AS YOU CHOOSE
IF THIS IS MAKING ANY SENSE
THEN YOU ARE FREE
THE WIND IT DOES NOT THINK ABOUT
THE TREES
OR WHICH DIRECTION IT WILL BLOW
and NEVER LEAVE
IN A PLACE OF SUCH
PERFECT EXISTENCE AS THIS
the sun SETS EAST
AND ITS LIGHT IS INSIDE OF ME