Just walking in the street
Picking a drying wound
Reading between the lines

As white lies flare up
Blue and green fantasies
Whip at the past gone by

Initiating feathered flight
Rendering broader strokes
Booting space and time

To defy our devices delving
Through Hilbert degrees of
Something we thought lost

Percussionists drill down
Into fundamental soup
As the focus shifts away

Puzzling parallax errors
Ignite quantum coma
Blackening our circuitry

Starved of cognitive fuel
Reality rightly melts away
Leaving clarity abounding.