Stark against an electric field
thrown up by a curtain of static annealed
in the cauldron of cumulous alchemy
set against night called up by me
The great is reflected in the small
a backlit fiasco projected on a wall
an octopus ink pod squeezed in my fist
is the essence of the magic of the alchemist
What is the reason what is the plan
for the way the sky’s colors all shifted and ran
and created a crazy tapestry
stark against the sacred hall of alchemy
I needed the power I needed the juice
I need a thunderbolt to cut me loose
from the loop I was stuck in fast
caused by a moment of doubt in my past
did the light seize hold did the alchemy take
did the fettering chains fall off or only shake
There is no answer here it’s too soon to tell
in a year’s time I’ll read the disposition of the spell
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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