art rock, experimental rock Celogen
Parapsychology

i remember the last time you lost your sight,
how it sloshed down your shirt, drained the colour to white.
just a sucking stitch, curling up round your shins;
it was all you'd ever hoped for.

still i clung tighter than you'd ever know
to your self-sufficiency, to your phantom limbs.
oh, the nerve of every creature and force on earth
to try to move you an inch.

and you murmured

"hey, kid, don't mess with it.
you were born to be a parapsychologist.
the stars say don't fool yourself,
just a weeping winter solstice and nothing, nothing else."

well, where am i when you fall ill?
what have i done for you lately?

and i still see your sense of touch as it came undone,
glazing chandeliers, lazing in the blazing sun.
vapours alkaline strained to blend into mine,
til i saw what you really looked like.

and you murmured

"hey, kid, don't mess with it.
you were born to be a parapsychologist.
the stars say endure your health,
just a sleeping doctor's office and nothing, nothing else."

well, where am i when you fall ill?
what have i done for you lately?
your tongue map's the zodiac,
you could drink the whole cosmos down.