PERFECT CIRCLES

Upon the burning desert
Where nothing ever grew
A star fell from the midnight sky
And a consciousness, there grew
Before the age of pyramids
Before the first great flood
A song swept through the swirling sky
And bloomed out from the skull
Opening at night, the unfolding mind
Before fragmentation
It sat coiled around the spine
Before amnesiac descension
Before the heaviness of time
The snake coiled 'round the apple tree
A world of symbols and of signs

Our language lived in the sky
And the song, we understood
Perfect circles descended
And carved the future into wormwood
They filled up the sky
Like they fill up my dreams
The blue lotus opening
The coiled snake, released
We are rooted in the earth
But we're made of the sky
Each time we touch down
We start keeping time
We keep falling
We keep forgetting
We are as desperate
As we are divine

Every night when we sleep
A divinity creeps
We dream of darkness
We dream of light
It rains from the sky
Into the third eye
The cactus blooming
In the desert at night
We are the perfect circles
On an earth of sharp angles
We are the fallen angels
The wards of time.