Spoken: I had this dream and there was a king and he was looking at the sky and the sky turned around and looked at him and said, "King, you don't know what it's like to rule, you only know about time, and time is going to kill you. And you know what king, time is imaginary."
White cello in an archway Frosted glass across the courtyard Lead light and beams The dignity and insistence of age Swallowing me up as I approach thirty
Coloured ideas that once were monochrome Manifest themselves in this great mansion The woodwork of centuries I cannot greet new buildings I lust after the ancient
You trip me up and graze my knee And I'll shrug the responsibility of healing There's all this blood on the inside of my trousers There's an 'L' shaped tear in well cut cloth I'm only learning
Less and less I worry More and more I dream And I'll feed myself sweet nectared knowledge And I'll suffer its consequences
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