I have disappointed the blackbirds
With my head like a stone as I walked through their field
A path cut from tall grass

They land on their stalks and chitter
Showing red wings to one another
But God's eye is glazed and apathetic
Having collected aspects and realized

I have been exactly here before
I am not making choices

But the blackbirds don't know they're disappointed
Or the giant shagbark tree in the middle of the field

Oh, it makes me feel so guilty, bing myself next to that tree
Standing there in all its wasted majesty
And Shel Silverstein
And me, I'm a waste
Of time.

The window has revealed an impersonal truth,
Two of my cells are in love but not with me
Two cells that are only technically mine,
To my crazy possessive mind

Embedded in the matrix
Coincident with cherry blossoms taken on a light breeze,
Do they really know
A different reality?

You said you lived a perfect life without sin,
And you say my actions were plain to see
Filthy, murderous of spirit, woven by demons.

You didn't claim it yourself
It was your followers who said it
No one here will say I'm pure of spirit

But you are. You are pure spirit,
And I am your solenoid,
Channeling you
And we necessitate an enemy

(Unless we can pick a different paradigm)

And we can be our own enemy.
But Jesus walks with us.

My life was, is, and will always be perfect.
Perfect and present,
Until there's no future.

A quantum infinity.

This is the end of me.

A toothed worm burrows in our flesh
Because forever never tasted so good

I wish it was different, I really do
But I'm just never quite as good as you

The sacrifice is inside out
To maximize this roundabout
You have to be the anti-christ
To make this circle rounder

We've tried to fake to push it out
But trying didn't make it
So what you get is what you get
Now everybody's naked

Now everybody's naked
Not everyone is naked

You are
Not the numbers
You're su-
percomposite

And when the numbers aren't mine,
I never blame it on you.

We will run the numbers
Hands locked in a promise
We're supercomposite
I never blame it on you

So please
When you look at me
Oh, nevermind
Well, you can see

So please
When I let you down
We ran the numbers
And we didn't have it

But we've escaped the surface
Don't ask, it was worth it
We changed our perspective
And now my neck is a little sore

But I've got my jugular
Filled with molten iron
I'm forging a weapon
Sharp enough to slit their throats

So please
When we run the numbers
They don't have throats
It's a separation

So please
Panpsychist lover
It's even stevens
Even for non-vegans

It's not ridiculous that you will your own body and actions
And esteem yourself with the ability to change it
Or accept blame when others throw it your way

But it's somehow ridiculous that you should think you're drawing the clouds overhead with strange tethers
And pulling the planets across the sky with DeCartes' corpuscles.

And yet, I'm the one who is insane.

Without context,
I guess the rain is self-defined.
It falls straight through my mind
Without an issue or a flaw.

An average Monday
A white blanket on the sky
And a feeling that I generate
Each physical law

I never asked for this
Your heavy wet bricks
Keeping me inside
I'm safe and bored
My heavy brow

I never asked for this
The freedom and bliss
I will divine a way to meet you
On a heavenly cloud

I will divine a way to meet you
On a heavenly cloud