Phasing back among the dead
So lantern-like the drops unfold
Through twisting lanes of cavern lore
On fingertips precise as wire
In and out of the comet’s tail
Off and on comes that old travail
Arisen from the ancient tomes
Kinetic dreams unspool their myths
We fuel up on semantic broth
And kiss until the world appears
In and out of the comet’s tail
Off and on comes that old travail
Those triple beams of laser torque
Connecting us throughout the night
To flow with death and live again
A thousand times and still it’s new
In and out of the comet’s tail
Off and on comes that old travail
