Ouroboros

Ouroboros before us
Ouroboros behind
In endless genesis
As the real unwinds

Eleven flying elevators
Eleventh hour chimes
It’s forever now or never
A watch in rivers of time

Is it a play?
Or is it a bird?
We’ve heard rumors of humor
We’ve heard hints of absurd
And after the laughter
Understand every third word
Faster than a loco motive
With a head full of steam
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not
I’m the dream

Here in our hypersphere
Under subterranean seas
Surging energetic vectors
Converging on you and me

Just us in juxtaposition
Just the wake of a dream
Wrap sounds around recursion
In surreal slipstreams

Double-twist contortionists
Double-takes and deja vu
Call me a hopeless optimist
A miracle’s long overdue

Is it a play?
Or is it a bird?
We’ve heard rumors of humor
We’ve heard hints of absurd
And after the laughter
Understand every third word
Faster than a loco motive
With a head full of steam
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not
I’m the dream

It’s a Sphinx without a riddle
An oubliette without a hatch
A bow without a fiddle
Or a torch without a match

It’s a coil without a center
An explosion with no force
A device with no inventor
Or a stream without a source

Ouroboros before us
Ouroboros behind
In endless genesis
As the real unwinds