led up stairs not made of man
form of a pineal gland
third eye becomes open
and elves beam out
seed-shaped sounds
elves beam out
danger a thought impetus
a bodiless myth to disperse
i met this dream before
where elves beam out
seed-shaped sounds
elves beam out
i touch down to kindly meet earth
and unroll my feathers headfirst
just breathing's enough
elves beam out
know thyself
elves beam out
surrender
i'll go up the stairs