[Vignette 1] dream on, in electric shimmers, and you are the fish, in this confusing pond, provoking shivers, you eclectic swimmer you, living through the worst of it [Vignette 2, slow] I see him sitting at the same seat, night by night, and the way the lights above hit his face, fills the space with a melancholic air that mingles with the scent of bright, meats and accompaniments served to customers just like him And I wonder, If the kind thing to do, would be to dissect him with words, and help in surfacing the flotsam that I sense sometimes, rising in subtle intermittences. And when it occurs, I see beyond the egg wash veneer of "fine" he applies, as transparent to me as the steam that rises from the broth I'm mixing perhaps monstrously, in this corner of time [Vignette 3] and who can afford, to be a mammal, in this egg shell of a world? Who can afford to, escape the gravity, of this damned hell of a world? and all my progress, seems like a ghostly thought catalogue. I scrape little by little, the broad edges, amidst swine and their pearls Somewhere I see, a reflection I cannot seem to be Somewhere I see, a reflection I cannot seem to be and im fazed out, like newspapers and magazines, I fade out, like human life and clarity [Vignette 4] And I'm just passing through, the station when I see you, and in moments like these I'm thankful for a piece of the world thats right to me And I'm just passing through, the station when I see you, and in moments like these I'm thankful for a taste of infrequent levity And you must be, a lark in the air, mara's child, a purple ray of sunshine And you must be, like wine to me, mercy, mild, a perfect day my lifeline
