Ballad of the Wandering Eye

Age of seven cells who will I become?

Ballad of the wandering eye

Leaning against something in the kitchen

Weaved into a lullaby

I’m in the apartment or the inner ear

Reasoned glossolalia

Everybody’s teething on a Gordian Knot

It’s a rope out of the mania

Lay your shadow on the sundial

Lay it down

In the town we built inside our heads

Seven people in the Spanish pyramid

Six of them already dead

Like a wasp against a window

You usher me to sleep

I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet

Like a wasp against the window

You usher me to sleep

I press my forehead to your forehead with sugar on my feet