High on the mountain that sometimes sits on my shoulders,
I look out and wonder at the wonders there are to wonder at.
The wind howls and carries with it the scents of others out of sight.
But I know they are there with their own mountains some standing tall on top,
others dying underneath.
I sit up here sometimes and reflect
Tempted to join the hippies as they lick the mind of God
Then through phosphorescent tears I might catch a glimpse of all those inner workings and be able to decipher the How...
But the fate of Icarus comes to mind and I remember it is possible to be too high, so high - in the sky wind whipping by forever
So I lick my own brain in silence,
Squeeze my own head instead
So provoked to do violence

Listen not - to what I said

I said please calm it down,
Turn everything down,
Let mutilated lips give a kiss on the wrist
Of the worm like tips of tentacles expanding
In my mind, I'm fine, accepting only fresh brine
You can get another drop of this . If you wish
Take me on - give me a whirl
Take my hand you pretty girl

The wind is howling and the time is right for fear.
Oh how I wish that you were really, really, hear...