How can we, I mean you and me
Prove what's really inside when we know it's a complete mystery?
This world, it sees what it wants to see
A cynic sick from the start tearing ribbons with a heart that lies to love
Feigning butterflies, moths lost in the dark
Swim in my stomach when I see the sun

Rising from a blue that's deeper than a viper's bite
A phoenix seized my collar and assured me I could fly
I always thought the kind were myth, at least the action symbolized
If you are nothing but ashes can you really be revived?

I can't find, target what's behind
The curtain I never let up and the reasons why I'm still stage paralyzed
The healing's brief, a transience
Seeps from billions of neurons down to just ten fingertips
Catharsis never felt so metaphysical
No boundaries like laws or skin
It's undefined, a spiritual respite

Off the mainland, on an island
I compose some paradise
That even I could leave behind
With rotten apples of my eyes
That are branching, almost reaching
Every polysemy verse
Where ruby pixels always blush
High definition wanderlust
That is programmed like a circuit
To a repeat marathon
It flags my racing reverie
Across my bold geography
I discover what is obvious
That I cut my teeth in caves
Stalagmites versus icicles
The irony builds on itself

(All I know is I don't know)

A material I write faster
Than the saving speed of sound
It gorges space like sinking stars
A jaded mass of paradox
That is draining all creation
Into a singularity
I overdose on vague frontiers
The edge of nothing's oddly real
It's the prime event horizon
That panoramic gauze of God
I slip right past, now all I see
Are self-fulfilling prophecies
Where my make up, your mascara
Are shape shifting every day
The equator buckles and heaven it bends
To my demanding lensing stare

Or maybe I just misinterpret with
All my shakes and nervousness
My magnitude on Richter scales
Life's vibrancy for earthquakes