The Peacock and the Necromancer
Dance upon the sky
Their light lives on beyond the stars
The thousand staring eyes

We show them where to find us
From Bridgeport to Camelot
We tell them our dark secrets
And we send them our bright thoughts

We flash our golden feathers
And we sing our pretty words
So they will see us, notice us
So that we can be heard

When every other edifice
And evidence is gone
They walk the dark ahead of us
Where our song shall play on

There is an animal inside
Intuitive and powerful
Irrational and dangerous
But animals are beautiful

Sometimes we keep it on a chain
In a vain attempt to control
Discrediting half of the brain
Imprisoning half of the soul

But we've been animals for years
And logic is still new to us
I am not sure we understand
What doing this can do to us

Sometimes the animal grows cold
Refuses to cooperate
It will not do what it is told
It turns to anger and to hate

Sometimes the animal grows numb
If it becomes too deeply bored
Lets go of hope and joy and love
Refusing to dream anymore

Sometimes the animal grows strong
And takes control of the whole brain
Runs rampant, pulling us along
Headlong it drags us by its chain

What would we create if we didn't
Care how others saw our art?
Would we write the exact same poems
Were we not collecting hearts?
Sometimes I really wonder
Whether what I say would be more true
If what I wrote were just for me
And not to share with all of you

We know when we are being watched
And it makes us act different
Instead of simply doing, being
Now we try to represent
This goes not just for humans
But for subatomic particles
I read about it in some kind of
Scientific article

How many eyes are watching me
And altering the way I act?
I hide in a cube in 3D
Somewhere it is a tesseract
Sometimes it's much more fun
To think about this process in reverse
I stare into the starlit sky
And rearrange the Universe

Everything sends its own message
Even if we cannot hear
Light and sound and information
Even if it seems unclear

Everything sends its own message
Even if it says nothing
Nothing is a message too
It says "I have nothing to say"

Everything sends its own message
I am no exception
If you think that I have said nothing
That's a misperception

Everything sends its own message
Writ in flesh and blood and fire
Even a lie is information
Tells the world "I am a liar"

Everything sends its own message
And of this you can be sure
Behind every single message
Is at least one messenger

Everything sends its own message
Waves that move from place to place
We are all part of the message
We are made of the same waves

no                          no
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no                         no

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