A gentle drizzle spins through the air,
A mist of golden flakes,
A warm glowing snow,
A matrix of pulsing slivers, -
Glitter comes sparkling down.
If you would only lift your head up from the human
Mess of blood and desire
The clock spinning around itself in a crazed waltz
Melting away minds
Connect your quivering pendulum heart
Unplug the drip
See beyond the rock-solid sensible,
Catch your breath,
Receive heaving handfuls of light
Begin knitting
Weave a lacework of filaments
To sustain and support
A rebirth waiting to commence,
A dawn of enchantment,
A revolution of light.
The cup of tears has overflowed,
Just take the gift,
Look up, you human nursling,
Beyond the Tree of Knowledge
Bearing plastic fruit.
Just look up, you,
Look up,
Look up.
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