My life comes and goes My life comes and goes Short flight, free rows I lie down and doze
My life came and went My life came and went Short flight, free descent Poor flight attendant
But the sky, over the ocean! And the ocean, skirting the city! And the city, bright as a garden When the garden woke to meet me
From that height was a honeycomb Made of light from those funny homes, intersected: Each enclosed, anelectric and alone
In our lives is a common sense That relies on the common fence That divides, and attends But provides scant defense From the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole When the pin-light calls itself Selfhood And the Selfhood inverts on a mirror In an Amora Obscura
But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent And my life, until the time is spent Is a pin-light, bent It's a pin-light, bentTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
