At Transformation

"Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective,

an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic,

an eye which does not respond to the name of everything

but which must know each object encountered in life

through an adventure of perception.

How many colors are there in a field of grass to the

crawling baby unaware of green?

How many rainbows can light create for the untutored

eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that

eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible

objects, and shimmering with an endless variety of

movements and innumerable gradations of color.

Imagine a world before the beginning was the word."



Gently breathing, lit by the morning sun

Through the night, it'd been raining venom

I want to be kind, not a bullet in the right place

Or just of two minds, more important than importance



I want to help you lift enormous things

A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing

But as the earth revolved around the sun



All those shadows, waiting round the last lights

To the dream of being, here comes the night

All of the tiptoeing, past all our most-feared buildings

I only say this now because, I didn't when it was happening



I want to help you lift enormous things

A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing

But as the earth revolves around the sun



I can see it all at once

And, oh, what a glittering chance

In my head the game goes quiet

And I can see it all at once

Them yelling, "Yer not the goods!

A kid before the rapids!"

But in my head the game is quiet

And, oh, what a glittering chance

Oh, what a glittering chance

Oh, what a glittering chance



At transformation

At transformation



That's my dream of being

That's my dream of being

That's my dream of being

That's my dream of being