syzygy (Julian of Norwich remix)
this being human malarkey is a dizzying thing
a spiralling prayer upon a broken wing
a billion wounded angels spinning upon the pin
that pricks the skin of the man who would be king
or the woman who would be
queen of...
this being human malarkey is a topsy turvy ride
a roller-coaster railroad, a helter-skelter slide
a merry-go-round ferrying us down to the other side
a zig-zag game of hide and seek (or zag-zig seek and hide)
a necessary fall before a certain pride
a – don’t be shy – open wide and look inside
at the genesis of...
this being human malarkey is a well-spun tune
a synergy of bone-dry sun and moist and bloody moon
a canine sperm chasing its tail around the living room
a feline egg curled within the hearth of the radiant womb
a lingering fingering of the golden ring by blissful bride and groom
a wedding feast dancing upon the well-worn tomb
of all those who’ve ever surrendered to...
this being human malarkey is a brave decision
a single cell multiplying by means of long division
separating and differentiating with uncanny precision
a blind foetal volution with a perfect vision
unfurling and evolving of our own volition
forever bound umbilically to our mother’s intuition
lullabied by the pulse of her telltale rhythms
fed by the consecrated host of...
this being human malarkey is the maddest show in town
eternity somehow time-and-space-and-body-bound
pressed against our mother’s belly listening to the sounds
that invite us inside out and turn us upside down
as reginal walls undulate through our open crown
furrowing our royal brow with a republican frown
against the world of air in which we learn to drown
out the memories of when we once found
ourselves sitting around the edge of this playground
world looking outside in at...
this being human malarkey is a dizzying thing
a spiralling prayer upon a broken wing
a billion wounded angels praising the very pin
that pricked the skin of every boy born king
and every girl born queen of it all
shall be well sounds the knell of this bell
and all manner of thing shall be well
this being human malarkey is a dizzying thing
a spiralling prayer upon a broken wing
a billion wounded angels spinning upon the pin
that pricks the skin of the man who would be king
or the woman who would be
queen of...
this being human malarkey is a topsy turvy ride
a roller-coaster railroad, a helter-skelter slide
a merry-go-round ferrying us down to the other side
a zig-zag game of hide and seek (or zag-zig seek and hide)
a necessary fall before a certain pride
a – don’t be shy – open wide and look inside
at the genesis of...
this being human malarkey is a well-spun tune
a synergy of bone-dry sun and moist and bloody moon
a canine sperm chasing its tail around the living room
a feline egg curled within the hearth of the radiant womb
a lingering fingering of the golden ring by blissful bride and groom
a wedding feast dancing upon the well-worn tomb
of all those who’ve ever surrendered to...
this being human malarkey is a brave decision
a single cell multiplying by means of long division
separating and differentiating with uncanny precision
a blind foetal volution with a perfect vision
unfurling and evolving of our own volition
forever bound umbilically to our mother’s intuition
lullabied by the pulse of her telltale rhythms
fed by the consecrated host of...
this being human malarkey is the maddest show in town
eternity somehow time-and-space-and-body-bound
pressed against our mother’s belly listening to the sounds
that invite us inside out and turn us upside down
as reginal walls undulate through our open crown
furrowing our royal brow with a republican frown
against the world of air in which we learn to drown
out the memories of when we once found
ourselves sitting around the edge of this playground
world looking outside in at...
this being human malarkey is a dizzying thing
a spiralling prayer upon a broken wing
a billion wounded angels praising the very pin
that pricked the skin of every boy born king
and every girl born queen of it all
shall be well sounds the knell of this bell
and all manner of thing shall be well