Do we feel it when it all falls unconscious What if all the mothers on the planet Were ensconced into their hearts simultaneously And if for a single moment There was freedom from the tyranny Of endless duties and responsibilities Would it all fall apart at once
I beg your pardon But tonight's sunset was one of the Sun's most fertile deposits So what if we were to shun the day And instead make love to the darkness of the desert For the pheasant is my ancestral totem And it is obvious in the moonlight That you motion to me like a novice For after you and I are seduced by the harvest We can choose first among the stardust Its true that all this was once our own garden From a time when we first learned to become human Until we eventually return to the understory Of our aboriginal commonality
We are still happening We are learning to shun acceptance And make due with unexpected lessons We are undifferentiated fantasy In lands of cholera and chronic romances We are far from perfect But we still always try to do our best And i don't expect you to protest anything
And if we dance for days against the apathy we make And spray gradients of sound from our awakening Into the pleromaβs defiance We can try out our mouthpieces And seek fingers of lightning At a height quite defiant Whenever we get uptight like a runway Sundays are always smiling And whenever we make love We break records with our bodies Against the conundrums Of being polished too roughly We funnel living diamonds Into pipelines of supply and demand Like cats and mice we chase trends around bends Of commerce and economic insurgency