Stop Motion Cyclops

  Cleanse horizon, nourishment for hereafter  Feel it in your teeth and lungs  Erase depression plug the holes with laughter  Only instruments high strung  I’ll spend my days swallowing storm clouds  Elucidate your panorama  When your future’s disguised in dark shroud  Dress it up in fuzzy pajamas  Your bloodstream filled with birds and bees  Heartbeats echo rings of trees  Stardust falling from your eyes  Spectral photosynthesize  Take a breath, fill yourself with atmosphere Feel the world in analogue Inhale the dawn, the salmon sun’s souvenir  Exhale the day’s epilogue  Looking through the see through moon Infinity at half past noon  The entire taste of the universe  Echoes skips plays in reverse  I’ll spend my days swallowing storm clouds  Absorb all the cursive rain When your future’s buried in a death shroud  Rehash it all and start again  Fill your world with swirling sound Harmonize plain and profound  Combine tones in buzz and shade When you’re done just let it fade 

  From the cellar of the sea of tranquility, composing postcards from a submarine  Murmuring my claustrophobic cosmic tune Ringing out from seashells all across the moon There’s no such creature as a tranquil sea The heart’s a monster built from angry breathing  The mirror sky rains down consternation  Convexed by condescending constellations  I need a big sister to guide me home  Swimming the sea of tranquility  Is vast abysmal and completely empty  The echoes float above the moon  And freeze together in acrid cocoon