Held in a hand-
left in a list
Tomorrow's answer-
yesterday's tryst
Fishy mish
In the dishy mish mash
I'm an omni quacker overpilot
I'm the Great Holy Day of Death
Ground the grinds,
round the rinds
Sixteen and a half
million, billion times
I've seen temples in diaspora
Magnets in despair
I wrote a recipe for thumbprints
And drank it down in fear
Talk your talk
talk it all out
Tell me about chocolate,
memories, and doubt
I left a little piece of eternity
In a clumsy, vagrant man
Sailing away from his foreign land
In a ship that could barely fly
left in a list
Tomorrow's answer-
yesterday's tryst
Fishy mish
In the dishy mish mash
I'm an omni quacker overpilot
I'm the Great Holy Day of Death
Ground the grinds,
round the rinds
Sixteen and a half
million, billion times
I've seen temples in diaspora
Magnets in despair
I wrote a recipe for thumbprints
And drank it down in fear
Talk your talk
talk it all out
Tell me about chocolate,
memories, and doubt
I left a little piece of eternity
In a clumsy, vagrant man
Sailing away from his foreign land
In a ship that could barely fly