"there's a fire in the sky

it's a tower made of clouds

and it's power rings out over creation 

meanwhile on the ground

waves of frozen sound

break upon the backs of stale frustration

and citizens wake up at the sensation 

rub their eyes

no melody or words

could have cut quite like the sword

swung by the hand of evolution

to live and grow and die

without ever knowing why

knowing how to ask but finding no solution

calling it divine retribution

cut the cords

we're not abandoned

we are abandoning 

before we learned to talk

we had to learn to sing

without a plan

we can't demand a thing

we can't demand a thing

i was on my way to school

i saw her cross the street

and her power sent out waves upon the pavement

i pulled over then and there

i had to catch my breath

and stare in this delicate amazement 

i felt utterly exposed, stripped naked

to the bone

when she came up to the car

and asked, ""do you know where we are?""

i couldn't tell if she was serious or joking

i tried to say yes

and planet earth, i guess

but the sounds out of my mouth were more like choking

in the distance some peeper frogs were croaking

to the moon

we were married

it was the first of may

and i carried her and she carried me

the entire way

it was scary

but it was the best day of my life

in my house there is a room 

and in that room there is a drawer

and in that drawer is a list of all my worries

it's an illustrated list

with notes an annotations

and entries like nature's wrath and fury

and brain aneurysms from being in a hurry

i eat too fast

sometimes i go to sleep 

thinking i'll never wake

is it only in my mind these thoughts are turning

or do i die every night

to be revived by the light

of the tower in the clouds softly burning

and the pitter patter of the rain finally returning

as it hits the glass

out the window

the sky is overcast

if i could fly i'd follow birds

on their lonely paths

but i swallow all my pills

and am fading fast 

close my eyes

i find the space between

wakefulness and sleep 

is the very best time for free association

and most of my ideas

the ones i throw away and keep

come in the shower between exfoliations 

not on the mountain top in mediation

no not at all

jesus said that money 

and religion didn't mix

and so they built corporate mega churches

jesus said that being poor

was the the only way to live

and so we arrest the homeless like they're walking curses

we cast them out as if there were nothing worse

than being poor

there's no space there

for interpretation

it's an amazing case of blind

manifestation 

no lonely history

celebration

defies explanation"