Grass Shack - Giant Claw Remix

Quality and sanity
 Buldging and receding
 Ring around the edges
 A blurry figure
 'Cause if you find a needle
 Inside of a grass shack
 Bent up and misshapen
 Deformed pattern
 Balance and lucidity
 Pushing but not needing
 Keep it at the surface
 The right or the reason
 So collect all the details
 From one thing to another
 A hazy figure told me
 Lack want, need, faster
 Blurry fuzzy muted
 Not so very clear
 Murky or monotonous
 Can't see or hear
 I do not know tomorrow
 Only today
 A powder identity
 A head made of clay
 She saw patterns in sleep but also on the TV screen
 Observing and waiting for an image or
 message derived, from a place she had grown to lean
 Why go outside, and look at the public feature?
 Maybe to go out see a show, or, to change the scenery
 Peeling her frame from the sheet
 Trails of light followed each image in motion
 Led by a small square of paper
 It was rough, pointed on the edges and not entirely square
 Peering behind in her peripheral the idea felt was spherical
 A question asked but never resolved loomed in the air
 Until the door opened
 Parting ways with a forgetful air perhaps using it later
 To tie together two pieces of rope or stretch
 A rubber band over a jar
 She closed the door and paced
 Strutting and moving around
 Shifting the shoulders up and down
 Assessing every fingertip and limb
 All the images pulsing and breathing also with a halo rim
 Stumbling towards the way, passing by every tree
 Or figure lined behind a dull grey
 Mundanely molded as a replica of the next
 In a clay, factory, built on land with a hex
 A walk in the winter turned into a walk in the spring
 As the grey turned to green and the cold started to melt away
 Patterns still lay on the front of her eyes
 and shadows could still be seen in the corners
 A truth or a figment? I can't even stand it
 Without seeing or hearing was as good as blinking in the dark
 A pin in the heart
 That rushed up and out to patterns in the TV
 What's good in reality? the difference in dreams and mortality
 The form or the picture or the light and the fixture?
 Quality and sanity bursting into abnormality
 The holiest