There is a light
Hidden in the darkness
Which itself bathes in another light
Which is enveloped in another darkness

I fly freely in my cage
Light as a stone feather
Singing the silent songs of my sorrow
Discordant harmonies, troubled treble

There's a man hunched over with a cane
But he's only hunched over because he likes to look at his feet
And he only uses the cane to stim
He's twenty years old and perfectly healthy

He lives in the forest's growing decay
Where a river runs straight as a broken arrow
But the break in the arrow is a hairline fracture
It's a perfectly straight river

The river reflects a starry sky
So gorgeously, beautifully bright
Too bright, it's physically painful to look at
This forest could really use some light pollution

I am a reflection of a reflection of... something
A mirror wandering a hall of mirrors
I see it now, the something is a murderous clown
I'm in a horror movie

I see my many selves, their struggles and triumphs
Their idiot wisdom, their selfish generosity
I literally see them by the way, it's a sci-fi movie now
I wonder if we'll explore each others' bodies

I crack my spine, I'm a book
I'm a work of art, take a look
I blundered a piece, take a rook
I stole your time, I'm a crook