Is it fancy to think of someone In an infinite world Up on a shiny doobie "A tree in the conflict of it all" Sings a bird on a twig Living all the round Singing to no one at all Finding yourself On a river mouth Gather long Get your new temper And know that-that is insane Go lock and low A chivalrous show Of an empty shadow Gravel of the dirt Is dug inside the willow In caves far away which i know follow And the visions of your portrait Seems to fade Blue iron lung Is that the care bared that you've evolved Sleeps Sleeps Sleeps