Pineal Soul

I've seen it all from within the spectrum

of an ordinary atom whirling adrift

in a molten black sea.



And we've got forever

to retreat.



Now she wants to slit open the skin,

and let herself in, with a down

tipped scalpel.



And we've got forever;

a mouthful.



So I drink the sweet and try to swallow,

but just feel so hollow with any thought

of this whitest of deeds.



And we've got forever

to retreat.



And how do I fight

with this pineal soul

that lives only in death

but seizes control

of these three wisemen

in a tissued case

and forces definitions

upon everything's face.



Now she wants to slit open the skin,

and let herself in, with a down

tipped scalpel.



And we've got forever;

a mouthful.



And how do I fight

with this pineal soul

that lives only in death

but seizes control

of these three wisemen

in a tissued case

and forces definitions

upon everything's face.