In and Out of the Comet's Tail

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