It's the kind of a day where everyone in the city looks like someone
I know
And everything they are doing -- from eating sushi to tying balloons--
is just the amused moving of the universal mind,
And out of that forms vast conceptual structures to explain
existence through all of its facets,
A sea of patterns we can always love into coherence but as models
they collapse because they only refer back to me
Who doesn't exist.
I know
And everything they are doing -- from eating sushi to tying balloons--
is just the amused moving of the universal mind,
And out of that forms vast conceptual structures to explain
existence through all of its facets,
A sea of patterns we can always love into coherence but as models
they collapse because they only refer back to me
Who doesn't exist.
