These eyes have changed from
Boyish circles
To triangles with their backs to each other

The impossible must become the simple,
Infinity must meet economy.

Give yourself to yourself
And set free
All the innocent prisoners in your soul
Because the world has enough of them.

You have spun nothing to glory
Do it again and again til the wheels stop turning.

The expanding universe brings death, but also doctors:
Moments in time where transcendence takes hold
Secured by love
Yet it's bought and sold

A standard that was never gold alone.

I've had to carry weights and let them go.

I've been making love to a world
That holds a knife in my brain.
She says "change"
And gives me the love of death.