A remedy for the single brained
A therapy for the lonely born
Sound asleep in the daily grave
Rocking and rolling from dusk to dawn
Power mad in the coital bed
The two halves of your thinking head
Joined cleft about a central gland
That for now we'll call your native land
A fragrant herd of hungry flames
In fixed circles our cells migrate
The spectrum is a fraction of
A conical pulse of unseen rays
Each ray cast out from the central name
Plotting a course through phase and state
A seed adrift on a stagnant wave
Shining the features off your face