Pelt and chime the beauty of synchronicity
Stand still for not a single second
Shimmer and wave, destroy your home
Stand still for not a single second
In beauty lies compensation,
Sharpening his bundle of sticks into arrows laced with impulse
A skim over cupid's diary sickened by each entry
Ink to blood, paper to flesh
And I am suspended in mid-air, frozen by intuition
Pelt and chime
Well rehearsed chaos gives me something to hum to