There is a stuffed kiwi on my arm
And jellyfish music playing
They're in heaven
All my friends
I want to meet them
Jellyfish sea
Blue horns
Final post
The kiwi looks at me with his scuffed eyes
He asks me for a real name
The fields beat with fireflies
The horns ribbon Titan air
Star falls, I want to meet my friends soon
I want him to come up out of the woods when he comes down
Because I don't care about the other thing
Voices pour through night hedges
Blue horns carry the ships forward
I don't care about the other thing
He will walk up out of the woods to the field
Fire beating or snow hitting
Or stars sitting
I don't care about the other thing
Yellow drums saying
尋



Disk two
Useless walks redeemed by spinning circles
Colors rescued by sounds
The shattering hand thanking the notes
For coming down
Strings swell
Bottles break underneath the child's grasping pen
Ruining the details as songs run underneath the bush leaves
Making the shirt billow upward
As if he was dancing
As if he was a falcon too
As if he was swelling too
Mist line
There's a shallow yellow river, beneath a humming orange sun
Sesame blocks and boats float toward the middle
Spiral chess pieces make mistakes and
The riverbed is studded with ferzes
The chairs kick up
Kings and elephants scatter in 240p
Plastic bags fly down the stream from the horizon to you
Pleading with disk two
Piano notes proceeding to jump
Bells speaking Spanish
In the dark jungle chambers of the Mayflower
Wood loops singing
Dark rainy black forest voices looping
But the bells ring high in Spanish and dispel it
No Lord but God, no Lord but God, no Lord but God!
Piano notes kindly jumping for you, skipping over themselves
Remembering the colors to your lives
Pencils shaking
Pinta pinta pinta,
Ma
Ri
Ya
Ah.