A peaco*k rests alone in the vitreous valley With an innocent pose like it does not know On its featheres ventaglia thousands of eyes Empty since the end of oracles Clouds create a hollow pillow For sleepy heads to rest By denying to submit to the whims Of their unstable paterns, I glide above them all Heaven below Light as a thought, dropping the weight of milleniums How far can once reach The answer depends on who this one is How far can one extend As far as his limits go... [Solo: Chris] Heaven below