Concentrate and digest, we move forward
And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often
We are clever and suggest undefinable formulations
Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication
I speak elated seances and fancy equations
Which underlie our negated vituperations
A motley array of monkey business
Fizzles in the vaporous mist
It's a precipitous way of saying i love you
We are tender and tangential
We are offended by the examples you forget to administer
In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel
To reply to your lengthy confessions
Underneath the premonitions you make
Is something that sounds and tastes quite a bit like honey

Silence and shapeless images
Dancing naked on the edge of a sword
We are spinning our breath into meager sediments
And what’s left are my only relationships
Is this my retaliation against the blades of oblivion
Why must I always be eliminated right before illumination
Or the combustion of concrete symbols like carbon atoms
As if my soul was undergoing oxidation
It's unconscious really that the instant we need to be aware
We take a break from concentration and fall into silent reverie
A shining monotony as the moon
Lights the way to our observation towers
We are heavy as daylight and lonely as an empty windowsill  
Whenever the sunlight shines luxuriously upon it
We are human beings doing but just barely used to using
Our unlimited and never-ending powers of imagination
If it's not elation that makes us escape our innocent privations
Then must we be immaculately nascent
Or veritably complacent and understated
In our jogging shoes and self effacement strategies
You have the blues and the reds too
The vibrations echo and they become your only decoration
Mellow and sedated we escape our approximations
By just getting a little more naked and familiar with our shadows
We shake our shoulders and shift our weight back towards the basics
As we get a little older we fold our best napkins in our pockets
And reposition the sockets and the clocks by our nightstands
To tell time just how we would like it to be
Exactly the way it was right before we died to ourselves
Are you understanding my odd way of speaking
Listening to the rhyming water as humid arias fall short of permutations
We are negotiating with contemplation’s namesake
Underlying visitations from our highest escalators
Concentrate and digest, we move forward
And caress the feathery fingers you have bared too often
We are clever and undefinable formulations
Monkeying around with the substrate of our eradication
I speak elated seances and fancy equations
Which underlie our negated vituperations
A Motley array of monkey business
Fizzles in the vaporous mist
It's an evaporative way of saying i love you
We are tender and tangential
We are offended by the examples you forget to administer
In your haste you restate the laziness of a piece of paper towel
To reply to your confessions
Underneath the premonitions you make
Is something that tastes quite a bit like logic

My words never come out exactly how i intend them
It's like i’m speaking simultaneously in another dimension
I can’t convey the feelings that are circulating
The sounds and images remain in constant fluctuation
I would love to recreate or make art out of vinegar and sangria
To turn these sounds into spiraling images and metaphors
More splendid than the Basílica de la Sagrada Família
But instead my words become islands of the Galapagos
With nothing tangible to bridge the empty spaces with

Heavy lifting is a burden
If we are stardust
Than our time to harvest is now
Or in a never ending morning
You jump into your glory
And form a story
Made from tired words
We drift like echoes from the woods
We are daring targets of timid darkness
Conscious that our nothingness is biased
So we rest in the finest linen
And cash on delivery is just how you like it
The dark night of the soul
Can also be a silent invocation
Or a subtle invitation
Aspiring you to wholeness

We are writing timeless
Ceremonies of negligence
But you're still on the fence
And I am willing to jump over it
We wait for fate to take us
Naked in our beds
But our heads are descending
We are clever as the elves
Who have never found an end
To all of their remembrances

When your eyes burn
When your hands hurt
When your legs have given up

We are walking, making
Long strides over
Sentimental roads
So we turn inwards
Again
Maintaining distance
We face the failures
And dance on the graves
Of whatever has been forbidden

We are strings vibrating
We are the silent things, naming
Themselves in the dark
Gestating creatures with hearts
And minds, finding silence between the sparks
Carbon ceilings made out of cardboard
We are collecting rainwater and art
We endarken danger
And dance on holy ground
It sounds like fun
When you don’t have any more hope
To hold you back
So you attack the road by running
Yet come home to find yourself, alone again
You fold your hands and make life into living
Somehow, somewhere
We were all these powers and forms
And comfort held no remorse
Where no one had ever faulted you at all