UntuitionHard to follow

A story without REM sleep

If you could only see what I can see
Black mirror mind, if you could taste the air I breathe
A sight photograph, artefacted lost moment in time
If seen through the heart of an Iris, inversion
The price is increased as it flees, eye of mine
Through this abstraction layer you too can see the pulleys
Marionette strings hinged at birth stay tight
A stone in my hand turns to gold within yours
Our words become closer as the rest of the world runs away, creating
Infinite spaces between characters, splitting it all apart
Feet too swollen for your boots, hiking cold through spring

Mining the elusive fringes of entropy
We’ve run out of untried songs to sing