Question Marks

The sky’s raining question marks
Djinn whipping up bodies of dust
Air rippling with cobalt sparks
And this time it’s redemption or bust

Coming to in a bed of thorns
Beneath a scalding hot pink dome
The wailing wind imitating horns
Mirages curdling up with foam

Clouds and crowds appeared like smoke
Where nothing at all should be
And all at once like a Cosmic Joke
I saw clear to the edge of destiny

Well, it’s time and it’s time
And it’s time to cast the future
It had to happen later or sooner
For the second hand is the great undoer
So know your spell well
When the bellwether chimes
Cause like they say
History rhymes

The ambrosia and the nectar flowed
And then the star struck nine
Falling from the comet she rode
Hanging from a dangling vine

A silent voice was thundering
In a cadence soft and divine
We heard you out here wondering
If you can read between the signs

The Mobius Band got out of hand
Stripping the fabric from the folds
When the hourglass ran out of sand
And told a tale which never grows old

Well, it’s time and it’s time
And it’s time to cast the future
It had to happen later or sooner
For the second hand is the great undoer
So know your spell well
When the bellwether chimes
Cause like they say
History rhymes

Goatman Pan with a pipe and a plan
Playin’ that Bacchanalian Jam
Looping distortions through the caves
As droves of dryads come in waves

Sarasvati strumming slide sitar
Seven sisters down from the stars
Sitting in as a backup choir
With Pelé dancing and breathing fire

Shiva rocking skins with all six limbs
Beating upon singularity’s rim
Drumming out the dead in single file
While chugging Soma like it’s going out of style
Like it’s going out of style

Well, it’s time and it’s time
And it’s time to cast the future
It had to happen later or sooner
For the second hand is the great undoer
So know your spell well
When the bellwether chimes
Cause like they say
History rhymes