Dreaming Correctly
[Voices chattering unintelligibly] Don't take this flower for an ocean: a breeze is blowing over the sea. In a life that lies beyond us yet, the notes upon the blue guitar were things exactly as they are. Don’t speak of all our greatness: a torch is dying under the ground, our vaults and structures come crashing down. The Earth, for us, is something rare: half in shadow, all that’s there. Don’t dream of life under amber, of shells cracking, dry in the air; become a class of things that are: A blue guitar, a set of stars, or those exactly who they are. [Central Dogma, echoing] In you, in me, in me, in you, in me [En Règle (and Out), echoing] And consciousness and cognizance combine to dissonance. It's a tough to translate psychological state that hates what I create. [An Ancient Curse in the Modern Tradition, echoing] Screw you, you with your biased view [LHC and Sea of Dirac, echoing in harmony] Su-per-con-ducting Su-per-collide Su-per-con-ducting (Now we're sailing on the Sea of Dirac) Su-per-collide [Evangeline and An Ancient Curse, echoing in harmony] Algorithmically banish all your guilt Neurochemistry without flaws built. What do I have to say to you? [Sea of Dirac, echoing] How long have we been here? How do we get back?