It's a red prison
Absolute security
With insecure inmates
Inanimate in purity
For
My body doesn't move
It's the shape of its destiny
My feet follow gravity:
Insanity, sanity
It's a dead heaven
Today it's the left foot
The right one is atrophied
Naturally, naturally
A querulous thing
Adjusted recovery
Because justice is bound
To the laws of locality
Not all sentences are life-long
I wait through slow waves of depression
They're wrong
It's just heaven's oppression
They're wrong
It's a song about endless invention
And unity's horn
Sang a wonderful lesson
To a red prison.
The walls,
which dare to protrude
Automatic and rude
With swift pulchritude.
Trippy, indignant
Complacent and soothed
Spoiled and spoiled
Forever confused.
But clarity came and at Once I was moved
I was there as a moment
And all things ensued.
All my love for that angel
Who changes her hair
And I'm lost in it, spinning
Forever ensnared
I'll be gone for the turn of
A sweet smelling lock.
She sings out of my range
She sings from so far away