Sweet Ammonia

Thieves have brought us invisible make-up

The fires are growing hypnotically thin

Fish are leading us out of the water

Spineless majesty swallows a grin

There's a seed on the wind

There's a rose in the seed

On the petals of the rose

Is the smell of sweet ammonia

Frozen cherubs alight in a glowing tree

Copper locust, invisible string

Fried robots are blowing sweet melodies

Silver frogs in lava stream sing

I am the light beam,

I am the rock

I think I am,

I think I am

I am the lime doll,

I am the dog

I think I am,

I think I am

Pulled a muscle inside my thinking

Not using my head for while

Unearthing the tunneling underground

I bury my head in the sky