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The horizon breaks to pieces
and the mainline is the twilight
and the giant net has a perfect window
passage through has the ticket screaming
i want a mind
i'll tell you what i find
no severed goddess hand
no plaster in my eye
no picture of a lamb
no goddess hand have i
i'm a picture of a goddess
of a planet in the window
through a tiny hole in the giant curtain
i have watched as it stood undressing
i want more more eyes
i want to see more lies
in the silence of the neurons
where the pathway has been printed
there's a gleaming hope for an understanding
timing's gone and there's been no planning
twho heads, one dream
twho-thirds a crowd it seems.