"Shrouding all the ground around me.
Is this holy crow above me?
Black as holes within a memory.
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow.
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble.
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
but the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
singing one familiar song..."
TOOL-Rosetta Stoned 9.2.2007 2 cam HD
