She found herself beyond the molded
structures of the convenient known.
The imprints of history
were ever present all around them.
She tried to identify her role
in the transient nature of all things.
All he could reach, was a new level of assumption.
They themselves had shaped the character
of their shared experience.
The solid matter she encountered,
had been nothing more than a persistent illusion.
The solid matter she encountered,
had been nothing more than a persistent illusion.
The dismantled structure of her identity
waited to be rebuild.
He was a solid explorer in a fluid world.
She thoughtlessly transformed her environment,
her environment thoughtfully transformed her.
Their shared landscape was nothing more
than a faint reflection of their minds.
The phenomenons he witnessed were
determined by his fears and desires.
She commanded the elements
of her own holographic reality.
She held her worlds firmly in place,
prepared to decipher creation.
Oh Venus!
The big dream dreams it is a small dream,
a small dream, dreaming a big dream.
They wanted to be all the things and beings -
temperature, wave, transformation.
The ship lurched like a rotten egg, but she wasn't angry: she knew, that's the thinking of the sea.
The room itself swam towards them
and spread out from under their feet.
The framework of themselves was scattered,
yet they knew how to sustain a solid system.
Their genius was troubled by the
arrangement of their mind.
He synchronized the smallest pendulum
with the biggest ideas.
She had yet to understand, that she
created the templates herself.
She gently carried the weight
of her possible worlds.
Morning Glory
They recklessly assembled their reference points
in order to create new history.