Across the rhein and road
There shown a sacrament
It glistened indigo;
Sat wise and innocent

And in red stood the bridges
That I could fly off
My apprehensions
There stood my riches
Don’t think I’d land soft


I’m at a loss
Your luminous
And I’m your moth
I’m your moth
Flight of the flock
I’m up aloft
My albatross



I want to see the world
With clearer eyes
And a palate as clear
Or formed the color white
But 1000 years at once
Will do things to your mind
A synesthesia
A mix of dye


I’ve finally understood
My potent pleasures
In simple measures
I’ve finally understood
My thoughts alone
A brazen treasure

I’m at a loss
Your luminous
And I’m your moth
I’m your moth
Flight of the flock
Cream of the crop
I’m now aloft

Burn it down it all
The things I own don’t do me good anymore
Throw it out; it all
My things won’t do me good anymore