in the way that a vine
doesn't mind its climb
upward on some brick wall,

this familiar soul is lonely
in these new halls.

i'm staring at the ceiling:

nothing but a hideously gray shape,
but it's forming into something.

i am a table with three legs
i am a monster with no fangs
i am a rainbow of blackness

would you like to join me
on the rooftop
to look up at the
madness?

you can find a seat
up on my shoulders
to get a little
closer.

there's something more than a hideously gray shape,
and it's found its way to my mind.

i am a table with three legs
i am a monster with no fangs
i am a rainbow of blackness

there was a bus ride for albert
when he got lost in a
lightbeam,

and an apple for newton
when he got caught in the
fabric.

where is mine?
where will i find mine?

there was a cave for muhammad
when he discovered the
oneness,

and a mind for the buddha
when he found something
bigger.

where is mine?
where will I find mine?

my laundry's on the counter
your hands are like warm water
underneath your borrowed sheets
holding on to something sweet.

it's impossible to see
where all of this is going
but for now we're underneath
your lovely borrowed sheets.