The chalice overflows It's just a little spill, Just a little spill Spill, Just a little
Puddle little formed Puddle little it is, I stepped in it with my socks clad feet; My teeth feel sour and my breaths rancid
Water and oil do not mix together, But you shake the container well, And it merges for just some drops; Some soldiers of the foes in each other's territory-
And thus the shadows and mist, And the lonely figures tall, The woman who dances sans limbs perfect, And the clouds that sail away far; put portions of themselves in the runny reality, Amalgamate together and enter the land of the foe
They are, but they are not, They stay but go away, They wake me up but keep me asleep, You touch my hand But you touch it not- You envelop me in your feathery embrace But evaporate nonetheless.