We are but prisoners, of waterfalls We stand on broken ribs Faces to the glass, we drown Heavy mileage on our minds We wrap the Earth in cerebral folds And the corpse we carry really is A weight wed like to throw We love the strange new animals We love the fearful plants But we all surrender Turpentine to rid us of our pasts You would walk the rotten hillside You would taste the clouds below But the world you walk Is running water through Valleys in palms of hands We all know we will be Respected by greed and death And loathed by clarity Jettisoned emotions flood the banks The valleys overflow If only memory served us better We could swim to dry our souls Were suicidal swans Were silence, in throats we creep Youll know us by the shaking ground When ideas emerge from the deep Dolphins have more dignity A sleepwalking helicopter Gracefully deceased Beauty makes the blind weep To describe a song in color Is a portraits symphony The light drips on closed eyelids Through holes and weathered sheets Curiosity stands up where strange faces hide and seek Swarming the webs of electricity that dragnet the city Confusing power with duty in a place with trees like origami Monstrous theories dance With nightmares on the horizon Absolute equinox Listening to history in the present Planets approach the lupine walks Were suicidal swans Were silence, in throats we creep Youll know us by the shaking ground When ideas emerge from the deep Were suicidal swans Were silence, in throats we creep Youll know us by the shaking ground When ideas emerge from the deep Offering flowers to the dirt Like paralyzed dancers We decline and smile and flee But, with years of past devotion The crushing atmosphere Is bittersweet In my waterfall, here, in Earth Ill slowly disappear
emerge, suicidal, swan, creep, shaking