All is as if underwater
It's slow and soft and raw, it's in pink and yellow pale light
But there's no golden splendor, and there's no sparkle or shine
It's just the matted projection of a lusterless mind

All is as if stripped of its sheen
It's fleshy and squirming and shrinking from each touch
And there's no sunless shelter and there’s no green leafy cover
There' s just this slow wet baking
This pavement staining thoroughly sun-exposed plight

But when I'm gliding amid the soft obstructions
I collide and I'm enveloped
I am Seed In Fruit
I'm sailing past my unconscious self
that handkerchief waving faceless mute

And all is a tenuous question
It is a breathy, groping try at saying something right.
But this ain't no truth-seeking inquiry
And this ain't no bold interrogation
It's just this stammering stumbling into the queasy silence of my hesitation

But what of gliding?
What of colliding?
and oh, what of sailing?
and Waving?

Lyrics submitted by displacedfever

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