Late Night Poem 3 by EwokABdevito Lyrics
(Sin Estate)
Sometimes the words become bright
(often at night)
Tinsel streams smudged in flight
Dynamic planes, polymorphous sprites
Strung on the wire in my left eye
It peaks as I speak in the cover of night
And hides when I'm sad
I consider it light.
Then if I try
I can see whats inside
But just for an instant or 3
Is it rotating gears
Circuits or liquid?
Would you like to know what I see?
First things first
I met a drawer revealed as time
Most see it as a finish line
I see it as a mime
It moves just like a dime
Spinning on it's side
Beneath it is a garden
With every kind of seed
That bears every kind of fruit
To stamp out every need
I feel like a farmer
Or else I'm insect feed
Nearby there's a cave
The hollow of the mind
Leaking crystal plumes
Swelling vines
Ancient art museum
And laboratory
And place to pass the time
Inside is an ape
Roasting on a spit
Prometheus his name
Ever stuck between
The pendulum and the pit
Sometimes the words become bright
(often at night)
Tinsel streams smudged in flight
Dynamic planes, polymorphous sprites
Strung on the wire in my left eye
It peaks as I speak in the cover of night
And hides when I'm sad
I consider it light.
Then if I try
I can see whats inside
But just for an instant or 3
Is it rotating gears
Circuits or liquid?
Would you like to know what I see?
First things first
I met a drawer revealed as time
Most see it as a finish line
I see it as a mime
It moves just like a dime
Spinning on it's side
Beneath it is a garden
With every kind of seed
That bears every kind of fruit
To stamp out every need
I feel like a farmer
Or else I'm insect feed
Nearby there's a cave
The hollow of the mind
Leaking crystal plumes
Swelling vines
Ancient art museum
And laboratory
And place to pass the time
Inside is an ape
Roasting on a spit
Prometheus his name
Ever stuck between
The pendulum and the pit