Deca
The First Emanation
We are colder now
We have not love's first magic here
You come to me quiet
This bulb's not yet broken out into sun light

(incomprehensible chatter)
I don't think that
I think we're all anguished
We're all phantom
We're all unhappy and wretched

Imagination
I push up through the stems of flowers
And step out onto lawns
I'm newly frozen rains
Cracking under paws
I am imagination
Though not whether it is a lawn or a universe I am crossing
Some vision of this planet might come and go
Why do you put it to words, this wonder?
Thirsty creatures seeing through mist
New planets floating
I follow the ant in its tree trunk world
I am imagination
When I enter your women they glow
You would pull curtains back on them
But heaven might see it's only rivals
Are you watching me
In my immensity wander all your senses
I am the paradise never lost
Only you must evaporate before reaching me
Play something else