He sees your daughter in a sundress Eating oranges alone He feels the love of a father A love his brother ignored But he is fumbling with a bottle Cause it makes sense just to hold But don't you worry while he's using It just helps everything slow The robotics of a system Built of neurons and bile Regurgitate a type of matter A sort of natural dye He paints his face and feels a brightness Glowing brighter inside The cave he built out of the thorax Of the organist's hide Milo's chewing on a plant That he bought ages ago It tastes something like aloe vera But it closes his throat And when he's done becomes a prophet Sings the world as its shown But he is not the first to sing The overwhelming unknown All the birds singing All the plants growing All the wind blowing All the bugs crawling All the birds breaking All the plants dying All the wind crawling And the blood flowing And the waves breaking With the birds singing And the plants speaking To the wind dying