I found a piece of silver thread
Leading to bewilderment
It wound and wove all through my head
And disappeared into my imagination
I heard a melancholic sound
Tumble from the height above
Was smashed to semitones on the ground
And suckled into silence by the sleeping earth
I knew a child the other day
Her name was resurrection
Her name is not the same today
She's cast her fate in every fanciful direction
Born of the Sun, shining fusion of fire
Child of the order, of chaos, collision and burning desire
Yesterday I asked myself why
And where and how and what in the sky am I?

She is beautiful and lost
Once a butterfly in the rain
Now a moth inside a lampshade
And still she seems the same
Flying round and round the light bulb
Look, here she comes again
Has she changed into a mirror?
No, she's only changed her name

Swim the river of her mind
And there, behold the queen
All alone amidst the ruins
Where her memories have been
Casting spells into the water
With the time she has between
Painting words on broken glass
With her poetry machine