In a universe designed so grand
A particle-puzzle for the under-manned
Among the world-view of random
We stand on the south end of town
And miss the dewdrop of wisdom
While the clouds are upside-down
Bound to the tracks of mass radio
Or caught in a stained-glass window
The spirit is obscured by ritual –
The bride is lost, along with her gown
And we miss the showers of the faithful
While the clouds are upside-down
In a world without second nature
On the metric scale of the future
Through a fiber-optic sense of vision
We breed an artificial crown
And are caught in a storm of reason
While the clouds are upside-down
Among the cast without a heart
Can we draw closer to the start?
In the flooded mind of obsession
We may reach bottom before we drown
And miss the lightening of redemption
While the clouds are upside-down
[Also published in slightly different form in Synchronized Chaos Magazine, May 2012]
