A Pin-Light Bent

Lyrics for A Pin-Light Bent

My life comes and goes. My life comes and goes. Short flight, free rows: I lie down and doze. My life came and went. My life came and went. Short flight; free descent. Poor flight attendant. But the sky, over the ocean! And the ocean, skirting the city! And the city, bright as a garden (When the garden woke to meet me), From that height was a honeycomb Made of light from those funny homes, intersected: Each enclosed, anelectric and alone. In our lives is a common sense That relies on the common fence That divides, and attends, But provides scant defense From the Great Light that shine through a pin-hole, When the pin-light calls itself Selfhood, And the Selfhood inverts on a mirror In an Amora Obscura. But it's mine. Or, at least, it's lent. And my life, until the time is spent Is a pin-light, bent. It's a pin-light, bent.