The day is the night without shimmering fabric
around all the tangible world
The glow of a light in a puddle and leather
The metal the gold and the pearls

The hours and minutes and seconds we live in
are only a room for a room
The cube that i sit in is traveling circles
and one day began with a boom

This life isn't perfectly easy to take
and will never be easy to win
but son in the morning the light is the option
to take all the world for our kin.