Bilateral

Structure, built alchemical
 A shadow of the singular
 Just as Heaven reflects the Earth
 A mound of Miracles to offer -
 A mind as deep as any waters
 Timid, I approach the other
 And I show her what I brought her
 It's a world inside another
 Surely a miracle
 Out of Mister Rogers Neighborhood
 A ruckus
 Consult a guide or blind your eyes
 On a Magic Carpet Ride
 From Walgreens aisles
 Good golden Atlas came from a dream of mine
 And said to come again when I can stay a little longer
 And stick around for Mister Rogers
 And so we ride the buttock of Babalon into orgasm
 Breathe easy be free my lover
 And as the sun would set so streaks my subconscious
 Into copper colored waning sky
 And the deepening blue of the night
 And as the Sun would rise
 I'll awake in your eyes
 Into golden morning light
 As I shrug away the night
 When faced with death my ego stands
 And shouts into an empty space
 I know that this is all there is and ever was
 He hoped the world might come together
 If taken in and torn to pieces
 And fit into the shape of something better
 And as the sun would set so streaks my subconscious
 Into copper colored waning sky
 And the deepening blue of the night
 And as the Sun would rise
 I'll awake in your eyes
 Into golden morning light
 As I shrug away the night
 To all lower high mammals
 I utter a remark
 To Hold Your Head higher
 Your spine will be straightened
 Your wallowing days in the mud
 Sink far behind you
 Your brains grow in size
 And might make you some money