It never hurt this much before, And I feel I'm courting Saturn. The Twelve-Eyed Secret gazes through a prism, Staring into raindrops swirling slow It lifts its horrible heads With lidless orbs of limitless vision. I dream with fluid movements in a lake The ripples cast from skipping stones We speak below a gushing mind, Crouching in a corner, hid behind a box Full of Worms and stalking shadows. Magnetism draws me to a cone of space; I sift still through hours of its plasma, Biding time until the clocks collapse. Music shattered my spine on the steps outside; I cannot move; my liquid breathing Is sculpted with this binding gel. But come, my love, and rescue me From failure. Cover me with an opium sheet, Embrace me with gossamer; Kiss the moonstones from my eyes And brush the cobwebs from my bones. It all sings beautifully; With all your strength believe this. But I know you can't understand Why I threw myself from the glass again.