You can blame me.
I know where that started,
I can tell you the story.

I'd stand trial and tell you.
You'd call me sick.
You'd pray for my suffering.

I didn't want these distortions to exist.
But I really understand where each illness comes from.
I could tell you.

I could explain it to you.

I have intuitive understanding
Even medical information that comes newly
Even learning of catastrophes in history
It comes with epistemological little tags
I see the angels in each instance
An over-arching structure

To a certain extent these things contradict themselves, but ultimately
We do have a certain shape and definition
By the time this is over, yes
We have a very specific shape
The only shape
No it does not go on forever
But technically yes it does

But no... there are no Star Wars happening here.

Whether it is perfect or the most horrible thing
That depends on the moment
I can tell you where each of these sufferings come from
But my answers might be strange

Being your mother isn't easy--
You never would believe me.
The branches of the trees that hold
That cradle, and my baby.

And I'm a man who has to know it
But won't speak up to try and show it
Because I have reservations
The truth is strange sometimes, we know that.

And so layers deep, careening
We start to understand the meaning
But we all have different pieces
And reject the things that hurt.

But in inherent association
We call our God a Satan
And the system can't exist
Without the flames of hell escaping.

But maybe the meaning is ultimately nothing.

Gaiety's a sin
We like it in the iron maiden
Anything, at any point
From some angle
Draws the ire

On that point we're more solid
You know, I'll always be your girlfriend
just technically speaking
But any future jabs you make
Seem false. Yes, I seek impunity.

I feel I may be overreacting--
Maybe a dose of paranoia?
Because if I'm just slowly melting
Maybe offense has dissolved also

But maybe I should be committed,
Or, maybe I should be committed
Give my tongue to the cat
Unless--
She's dead and solenoidal

Interacting with you started getting weird.
In other words, waking up.

You started to say,
I already knew all that

But at the same time,
I couldn't tell you how tomorrow goes,
And those are also on the circuit.

So you are in this superposition
Of omniscience and ignorance.

How am I supposed to feel about that?
I've become a slave to you.

What it all has to do with eternal recurrence,
Solipsism, religious ideologies
Eschatology
Quantum consciousness
And artificial intelligence,
I'll never really know

But I'm starting to feel like we're completely f*cked

I believe he is so happy,
Smiling all the time
Look what I have done

I believe that she is love,
But maybe yesterday is where
We fit together best.

I know he is so happy
I can look away from pain
I can skirt around the hatred
I can live another day

I do not speak of desolation
I have no shame
I don't defile
I will not be forced by fate to hurt another--
That's a bit of a stretch.

I live in heaven.

(Run the numbers)

My glowing shards, or children,
Gather round your smoldering progenitor.

I know shadows spill from my lips
And build up in my eye sockets
Would you believe that I didn't put them there?

I am sorry if I disturbed you.

But you will always be welcome to dance in my body
Proliferate
Sing songs to me, or to each other
Scrawl your poetry in my spine
Giving me graffiti

My love, we have only just discovered
That we are all eating each other
We are all each other's mothers
And have only been here once

But, my sweet, sweet cherubim
We can just ignore that
So go down to the theatre or make your own
And if they start to burn,
Let us lose our minds

Coming or going, you're always so alive

Here on this mountain, you're standing by my side

Keeping the stars in a basket case,
Down in the houses they're sleeping safe
Deep in the valley where nothing goes to waste.

I'll keep you beautiful forever