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Description
This candied fire you call language
a path against the grain
a whisper into a headwind
it turns you round, round, and round again
until you seek to understand a triangle, circle
or if turned once more round a square
all leading back to the begining
a seeking to understand this shape
and a shape forming of the mouth
replication, replication, replication
a monkey in a mirror playing with lips
turning them round, round, ROUND
language he utters
and you take it
you see this is your sound, birth from
the begining
and I take it, even now I am the monkey
in the mirror playing with lips
Hoping
Hoping to make a sound, that plays with
the picture hiden right behind my eyes
you kept expecting the white rabbit out of
the wrong hole, the rabbit to take you
down my whole
look further up
above the nose below the brow
they are closed now

Description
This candied fire you call language
a path against the grain
a whisper into a headwind
it turns you round, round, and round again
until you seek to understand a triangle, circle
or if turned once more round a square
all leading back to the begining
a seeking to understand this shape
and a shape forming of the mouth
replication, replication, replication
a monkey in a mirror playing with lips
turning them round, round, ROUND
language he utters
and you take it
you see this is your sound, birth from
the begining
and I take it, even now I am the monkey
in the mirror playing with lips
Hoping
Hoping to make a sound, that plays with
the picture hiden right behind my eyes
you kept expecting the white rabbit out of
the wrong hole, the rabbit to take you
down my whole
look further up
above the nose below the brow
they are closed now