Chaos my friend
there’s only one way to be
To make these eyes see.

Pragmatic in the attic,
a calmness and clarity
it’s the only way to be
pragmatic in the attic
To make these eyes see.

Can you see beyond your own grave stone?
Can you exist in your own time zone?

Can you remember before you had a name?
Can you remember the innocence before the shame?

Can you remember not knowing what to be?
Can you remember the things you cannot see?

Can you remember the things you forgot?
Can you forget the things you cannot forget?

Who dreams who alive?
The flower to the bee, inside the hive.

Wild as the sea hag
leaping across ****** bay
Rosaleen
a vision of you
on this day

Wild Rosaleen
fear and love
in your face
can be seen

The world is wasting
for the lack of you,
Dark Rosaleen

Wild Rosaleen
tears of sadness
in your eyes
can be seen

Bring back the Dark Rosaleen
back from the minds
numbed by the machine

Wild Rosaleen
seaweed and grass
in your hair
can be seen.

What did I Glimpse in the woods
that day?
Amongst the bracken and bluebells that sway.

Something wonderful is all I can say,
thinking about it, as I
pass this way.

One day a time will come
my eye's search, tentative and narrow.

A visit from
Bukowski's
Red sparrow.

The light
my flesh will burn,
I hope to be
a
tasty worm.

The Kaleidoscope has been shaken,
all the pieces are in flux

Time to make a new start
that's not haunted by the past.