enantiodromia23
08-01-2006, 03:09 PM
This is real timing:
One second before the planet blows up,
I find the words to speak to you
The less light, the more beautiful the mask
Through her fingers the mask maker takes and gives back our faces
The bandages fall off - We leave our traces
I was balanced in the foundry and wanted to be made
I was found in the balance and made wanting
I have been bound to the valence, and wanting, weighed
In the time of change, we will become even more strange
- Ira Cohen
One second before the planet blows up,
I find the words to speak to you
The less light, the more beautiful the mask
Through her fingers the mask maker takes and gives back our faces
The bandages fall off - We leave our traces
I was balanced in the foundry and wanted to be made
I was found in the balance and made wanting
I have been bound to the valence, and wanting, weighed
In the time of change, we will become even more strange
- Ira Cohen