somewhere, lying on his back
they say he was a clerk
somewhere, standing on his head
pondering instead
laughting with his plants
playing hide and seek with flesh eating ants
suddenly grand lights were thrown
at stonehenge shining marble stone
then scientists begun to walk on four

smile, to an empty sky
never wear a tie
strangely, lying on his back
forgotten that he use to lack
hernias from land to land
revealing storms beyond the sand
reactivating prehistorical technologies

blam, blam, black holes under me
renewal of the sun
reminding of awaking of everything that was undone
the fortress that was tall and strong
became the blindness of the gong
the deaf themselves could almost hear the sound