The time on the clock is a fiction
A prop on a movie screen
And a nostrum shaped just like a prism
Bares a staircase ascending the seams
And there's a flower that speaks like an angel
I can hear as she prays just to me
And I notice our trading of spaces
Still wondering just what I should be
And I
Lived out my decree wearing overalls
Dug deep in the mineshaft
And found you bearing my likeness
A corticate hermaphrodite
A single cell drifting...
When young I was taught life was ordered
And this I believed to be true
But now that I'm growing older my old sacred spaces are coming unglued
And here
I just want you to know what I'm going through
So I can feel sane
And may hold this body together
Just long enough to build a house
On a planet that I can call home
credits
from Solstice,
released August 28, 2015
Written By Paul Conant.
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