You could see your five lifetimes The sixth sun it awoke and no-one could tell what came after You saw a thousand lifetimes The murky mirror broke and no-one could tell what comes after His two bare feet in the sand gazing over sea and the rapid racing heart When comes the bird When comes the snake A microscopic spot at the brink of what a man could see And with rapid racing thoughts Is that the bird? Is that the snake? A sailing something approached A slow but steady growth The prophecy came close That is the bird! That is the snake! An ungodly trap! The mouth of the snake and king Montezuma was devoured The mouth of the snake and king Montezuma was devoured An ungodly trap The sneaky hand of men and king Montezuma was devoured! Four-hundred feathers of proud and pristine green Untouched by the fading foul breath of lifetimes They guided great gods and rulers The things that they have seen And now they mirror your true face I was with you unaware jiveless as a child Your fable felt as home Did it to you? Were you flimflum too? Dark as the woods in a tale Causes out of sight And the said both known and new A shadowy hue Here was i but where were you And before the first sentence was through I started to transform Like i ate a magic mushroom If I only knew how to slow it i would So I grew and i grew because it forced me to to a boundless magnitude Four-hundred feathers appeared vaguely in the smoke The dull and pale greenness of a molting serpent