Red glow... oh (in that) Orange pose... woah (and those) Yell-oh-oh-oh-ows (this) Rain-bow... I'm hooked Colors stream I am out of my head And I'm waltzing Don't tell me now this is all Bliss gone amiss, I can't resist the glowing mist left to us by this un-forecasted rainfall Green grows... oh (and the) Blue flows... oh (and those) In-di-go-oh-oh-ohs (this) Rainbow... yeah, we're hooked Colors stream And we're out of our heads And we're waltzing Don't tell us it'll soon be gone 'Cause your sage song's a baying hound chasing us down as we're trying to escape our Senses our fences seemed so senseless so we pulled them down Now defenseless the doubts press in and spin us in and out of a Love or confusion is this an illusion or real? Love or confusion is this an illusion or real? Love or confusion is this an illusion or real? And they tell us how it is all They tell us how it is all And you tell me now it is all just Bliss gone amiss but how to resist the glowing mist left to us by this... un-forecasted... Rainfall... Purple... Now purple... is all we have left

I found a well And what I pulled up in the pail... was... well... A kind of water capped with a blaze of frost a maze of ice I had to look twice thrice I could not remove my eyes And I got lost inside I threw some of that water on a tree See? What beauty I poured some onto the street look there it's right beneath your feet I splashed some across the wall and that's not all I even scrawled some all into this book come on, take a look Why doesn't anyone seem to want to see what I see? Round and round in swirls of fiery ice Prisms to open prisons with beams of light And it's right in plain sight But round and round twirls everyone Melting all the ice as they polish the sun How come? I'm alone I vaporized that ice look at the nice kites made of clouds... can see it now? I sliced, diced, spliced and made icing and cake-knifed it all across the town And how I did stick icicles upon the hips (and lips) of rainbows... just look at those Frescos I've adorned across your precious screens... now at last do you finally see? You still don't see, do you? What I mean Round and round in swirls of fiery ice Prisms to unlock prisons with beams of light And it's right in plain sight But round and round twirls everyone Melting all the ice as they polish the sun How come? I'm alone And I've spun round and round, a dervish yes, I've become And still of my dish the world will have none And I'm cold growing numb getting old regretting more than some Of the time taken from the ones who cared for the man if not his icy Dreams and so it seems the ice has become the means of replacing what might have been When the world cares not a jot for the icy lightning in a jar you've caught And you feel you're a hack peddling knickknacks and you've lost track of the wax and the wane of the flame you try to tame by putting it in a gallery frame Should you sigh 'oh, well' and seal the well? No, you tell yourself You're too good for Heaven and... too bad for Hell And so from the well you pull pail after pail and you load your airship from head to tail And you start to sail, covering roads and trails and hills and fields and vales With your ice and still it won't suffice And you drop it in the sea and watch as it's transforming And like Vonnegut's ice-nine you've frozen the sea for all time And you've crossed that line where beauty becomes grotesque And unless you find a way to melt that ice in your veins Your reign it will end... it will end as it began Yeah, so you found a well... And you can't stop pulling up pail after pail And it's up to your ankles, it's up to your waist It's up to your neck now, how does it taste?

Leaves in streams watched by willows Waterfalls misting rainbows All go into my shadow Nestling words poetry and prose Youthful faces in old photos All are stowed in my shadow In my satchel of shadow Flowers wild melting snow Butterflies 'pon the meadow All go into my shadow Creased postcards, letters, mementos Maps and charts of distant shores All are stowed in my shadow In my satchel of shadow See my collection here my recollection is not clear Of why I crowd them inside Black and white, shades of gray colors effaced, alchemy Has made this brackish water from wine Red sands weathered stone Sagebrush on the plateau All go into my shadow Stirring curves sensuous forms Desire's dial in flesh and bone All stowed in my shadow In my satchel of shadow And there's a hole in the seam that I won't sew up I keep hoping the whole thing will split apart I'd turn the whole thing upside down and empty it out But then these things return to color and I just can't be about See my recollection is growing clear of why I put these things in here Of why I stash them away Black and white, shades of gray numb the pain but still leave a trace Of the grace that refused my chains And there's a break in the seam that I won't sew up I keep hoping the whole damn thing will finally burst apart I'd turn the whole thing upside down and dump it all out But when these things return to color I just can't be about So I'm lugging this satchel around cramming more in every day If I could I'd stop myself from seeking the beauty... This beauty All this beauty... that none can keep

Daybreak comes there's a split in the sky The color's wrong and I wonder why The morning sun won't even try To dry the blighted... Streaks 'crossing the keepsakes of better times Midday comes and I join everyone Sitting down to a feast of crumbs Hedging bets on a kingdom to come And we're done looking un...der the... Rug for what was shoved when we were dreaming of... A love... that defied the divide the compromise was applied is it too late now to realize? We need real eyes to cry Real eyes to cry Nighttime comes with a starless sky Streetlights gam with harlot shine Shadows lift the veil on the prize and the guise... It's seen for what it's always been the sheen... that's screening... The void... I avoid by pumping out the plasma and filling my veins with the liquid crystal life blood of an android Real eyes to cry I want back my real eyes to cry We need real eyes to cry Real eyes to cry Real eyes to cry Real eyes to cry