13X

One enchanted evening,
 As I lay on my bed,
 I took two little square mirrors
 And placed them end to end.
 Then, just to play with the moonlight,
 I raised one ninety degrees.
 That s when the spokes started spinning -
 Sucked my soul from it s eaves.
 Thirteen times I ve sipped the wine -
 Dispelled the myth of time.
 Took the heat of the sacrifice
 And returned to ride.
 13x.
 Takes it s toll on the flesh and bones,
 This dimensional dance.
 If curiousity s killing me -
 It s got the seat of my pants.
 So, if you re lookin for answers
 Or just out for kicks,
 Don t be a distant cousin.
 You all know where I live.
 I ll walk you through where the mirrors meet
 To a place
 We ll be free to speak.
 Between the sadness of sacrifice
 To the belly
 Of the beast.
 The seventh son of the setting sun
 Lays a shroud
 On all that s black and white.
 The narcotic of nightmare
 Pulses greyness out
 In silvery sheets.