And so the feel becomes the real
With nothing but antennae
To protect us from the hidden
The world inside no longer viable
Encased in a fear of the other
True immortality dies
As the waves of desire are conjured like a cobra
By the old invisible wands
A flurry of codes and numbers
A library of explanations
But nothing anyone says makes any sense
As what is real
The life within cannot be shared
It has no voice
It has no name
It only glitters with all heaven has to say
And nothing more
