My life comes and goes. My life comes and goes. Short flight, free rows: I lie down and doze. My life came and went. My life came and went. Short flight; free descent. Poor flight attendant. But the sky, over the ocean! And the ocean, skirting the city! And the city, bright as a garde (when the garden woke to meet me), from that height was a honeycomb made of light from those funny homes, intersected: each enclosed, anelectric and alone. In our lives is a common sense that relies on the common fence that divides, and attends, but provides scant defense from the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole, when the pin-light calls itself Selfhood, and the Selfhood inverts on a mirror in an Amora Obscura. But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent. And my life, until the time is spent is a pin-light, bent. It's a pin-light, bent.
[00:06.59]My life comes and goes. [00:15.78]My life comes and goes. [00:23.25]Short flight, free rows: [00:31.56]I lie down and doze. [00:39.74]My life came and went. [00:47.78]My life came and went. [00:55.62]Short flight; free descent. [01:03.46]Poor flight attendant. [01:11.80]But the sky, over the ocean! [01:19.72]And the ocean, skirting the city! [01:27.66]And the city, bright as a garde [01:35.45](when the garden woke to meet me), [01:51.76]from that height was a honeycomb [01:60.48]made of light from those funny homes, intersected: [02:11.53]each enclosed, anelectric and alone. [02:23.74]In our lives is a common sense [02:31.70]that relies on the common fence [02:39.47]that divides, and attends, [02:47.47]but provides scant defense [02:55.68]from the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole, [03:03.98]when the pin-light calls itself Selfhood, [03:11.31]and the Selfhood inverts on a mirror [03:19.39]in an Amora Obscura. [03:43.69]But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent. [03:51.64]And my life, until the time is spent [03:59.70]is a pin-light, bent. [04:07.62]It's a pin-light, bent.
