I see grey faces, rotating in the bending spoon.
Soon i will see their bodies, materialise into my room.
You've chalked me down as crazy,
because you're all at pains to explain.
You're only fluent,
fluent in vague.

There's colour between the mind forged, manacles today.
There's ancient sorceries, a peculiar reverence we must pay.
You can't make it sound more crazy,
your words have no...