I leaned with my back against the ages
to feel the cold breeze blow through my brain
to the fact that we no longer live in a world created
and come what may, in that rage
to behold the wisdom of the sage
listen, to the wisdom of the sage
homage to tolerance of ambiguity
I leaned with my back against the ages
who mustn't have seen us?
with mouths cold metallic, that grips you
does anyone know what time it is?
storage of the mechanisms of reality
we shall pay homage
instead of the drink
you could have brew
the trees of life are dripping with dew
was not the music of the clocks
a hamster sitting in it's cage?
was it rich tide pools on bearded rocks?
reality is a staircase leading nowhere
it was the voice of Sadie
that
drugged me forever
my watery world wears
the buildings not going as we planned
funny clown whips a bunch of balloons
why?
i never knew
he blows a bubble; large amoebic,
ever-changing colors of the rainbow
things are not always as they appear
leave a slice of pizza for me
said Sadie
I will poke her with my feeler
in the hills and in the hollers
it was the voice of Sadie
Oh, with this too sullied flesh
I integrated the flux, and thus refined the mesh
who will ever tell what's tween these sheets
I see the light of a thousand worlds explode in your eyes
so bird is a why
so clouds are a yes
A man of most omnisophistic stature
my unyielding path is yet crossed
by the lowly sage
it was the voice of Sadie
lifting Ye head from between her thighs
things are not always as they appear
but still it is the red-head waving florescent moons
let us all return to the Age of Aquarius
sadly, our blissful orgy is over too soon
I leaned with my back against the ages
and down blows the wind of woe from behind
the mammoth beast with turquoise tusks rages
I press the sacred sage pipe on my precious lips
can my heart, my body, my soul contain my rage?
Yes, I yell, and then embraced her.