Idea's birth in the idea of birth
Life of idea in the idea of death
The newcome is already oldgone
So listen out for
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During childhood
Sunday is blessed
& all the clouds are allowed
inside virgin cruel play

Contamination
The games rise
almost naturally
with bans & breach of

Incubation
Infection
Cauterization
The weeks go fast

But laws are slow
& myths deficient
to resord barbarity
_do you remember this girl? Her name was Barbara

Bother brothers
Dancing & weapons
We plait & weave our own rigs
We build & ruin our own rings

Residual pornography of eternity _ Toonight
We ride the lovers & killers cohorts _ Toondays
& after the call of nature
& limb of masters _ Cloudays
There's still us both
during breast of beast of burden
Us both
Down _ Cloudnight

There's no more week
into the night
No more weekend
into the light

Some bodies used to say that
somebody will come to eat
with us during noon meal
_ Under trees near water

But it's now midnight
& no one is come

& we are still calling inside nebulous hall (x3)
_ Inside nebulous hall
Outside outside, so outside!

Whines & whips on the vines
the children run into dawndusk
Orphans
with ivy on the names
Orphan
the smog over the beach
& we play with meaning
as if all that
should mean something (x2)
We play with meaning
as if all that
should mean something (x2)

It's supposed to

Funk is good to jump inside
what we lose each time
we try to talk about it

Where do we come from?
Where does come from
night inside us?
Where does come from
light inside us?
Where do come from flowers?

Too much memory
Too much oblivion
Too much memories _ too much
Too much oblivions _ too much
Too much (x6) _ too late
Too much (x5) until not enough _ too soon

Where do we come from? (x2)

Where does come from
night inside us?
_ if we come from light.
Where does come from
light inside us?
_ if we come from night.
Where do come from
flowers outside us?

Flowers light & night say nothing at all
& we still dance & die
through instinctive maze

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