My soul is full of darkness and a fungus grows inside my head
I hear the angels calling me and telling me that god is dead
the blinking lights sorround me as I try to find a place to hide 
amoung the thoughts and words of others caught in meditation override
I try to find my fingers but the only thing that I can see 
are orbiting electrons in the arm of a spiral galaxy
I'm on the outside of the bottom as I  slide across the ice
then I sail acoss the shallows of a fluid paridise
the solid surface in the shadow seems to split along the seam
like the rolling waves of thunder in a splendid purple dream            
the solids and the surfaces must decide which way to bend
since the surfaces are slipery as I slide towards the end