The steps are watching you,
counting the lights on your christmas tree.
The shadow king comes alive,
and takes his place by the starry edge;
seeing, hearing, disbelieving,
a wide and fortuitous blaze shines on a coffin.
The tunnel’s ready for you now,
enter the sphere with the antlers on top;
the sand isn’t quite the same,
this time it’s singing:
“your name is camel,
now hold the tunnel”;
The twilight places a guardian at your door every night.
The long-haired waterfall speaks to you.
Cities with bridges catch you in their web,
bring the universe to you in a sunset.
The roaring freight locked up in the cabinet of the night,
we take a mental cruise; my dog’s here.
Eggs in a basket kissed by a ghost,
spider footprints left behind on the wind over your bed,
colorful lights from windows reaching out toward eachother;
the carpenter’s tools are just symbols,
there’s no work going on here.
The angle of the box is a secret,
but the contents are bathed in light.
Rock the doorknob - now wait and see what happens,
dip into the oncoming stream;
Smile in the substation,
the ultimate thought arrives…
the glory candle’s lit
and it sparkles in your eyes.
The go-no-further’s picked,
you’re eating the surprise,
a camel’s face is licked,
we’ve severed further ties.