the stars might highlight all my steps
but its the visions of the truth i can't even grip
i see a fogginess of futures forgotten by pasts
i can know nothing of it, i'm an iconoclast
blasting thru cherished memories all modeled in dance
swaying under crescents this all happened by chance
and i'm burning thru your cells, i'm living thru your dreams,
and i'm eating all the spirits, i silence the screams

under beams of light
my feet . . . alive
i step, i move
i see me breathing
under white-ning waves
my pain
concaves

Luna
Luna
Luna
Luna.

under beams of light
my feet . . . alive
i step, i move
i see me breathing
under white-ning waves
my pain
concaves

the paper is my truth, scribbling feverishly
about a ship lost in haze of turbulent me's
crumbling before the blurry alter, my sore, broken knees
my eyes are blinded by the sequence of your revelry
and i hallucinate for days from the roots of your trees
and your face is round & cratered, highlight a ghostly sheen
please don't take my first born, she's a painting of me
dancing in your distant starlight, eternity

under beams of light
my feet . . . alive
i step, i move
i see me breathing
under white-ning waves
my pain
concaves
under your beams of light
my feet are alive, breathing light