The Horizon Breaks To Pieces

And The Mainline Is The Twilight

And The Giant Net Has A Perfect Window

Passage Through Has The Ticket Screaming

I Want A Mind

I'll Tell You What I Find

No Severed Goddess Hand

No Plaster In My Eye

No Picture Of A Lamb

No Goddess Hand Have I

I'm A Picture Of A Goddess

Of A Planet In The Window

Through A Tiny Hole In The Giant Curtain

I Have Watched As It Stood Undressing

I Want More More Eyes

I Want To See More Lies

In The Silence Of The Neurons

Where The Pathway Has Been Printed

There's A Gleaming Hope For An Understanding

Timing's Gone And There's Been No Planning

Twho Heads, One Dream

Twho-thirds A Crowd It Seems.