Black & Blind Ocean The consistency of the twitching lights Make due sense, We can read back to the end, I know, it’s for a short time. The lightbulbs - The time, the dimensionccf, Our purpose becomes dreams, The thread that keeps us breathing will cut Get hurt & Wave the white silk, It is what the old pine tree would do. Clairvoyance, We should be there, Let’s be in our heads, But Only for a while,