I'm nothing more than a molecular dance floor
I'm a canvas of cubist lines
Demagnification, affine transformation
A pretty pattern in your design
Styrofoam for muscle, common objects for organs
Unfolding thoughts that decompose
Outward radiation, total dissipation
I gently tumble in your undertow
Our love is young, our love is old
From thin pond reed to tall oak trees
Our love in light and shadow
Rhythmic detail, asymmetric proportions
Graphically too ever-toned
Bits of information use for decoration
A work of art made from sticks and stones
Our love is high, our love is low
From saw-toothed peaks to fragile reefs
Our love is light and shadow
Basic integration, infinite summation
Corners bending in a perfect arc