A remedy for the single brained A therapy for the lonely born Sound asleep in the daily grave Rocking and rolling from dusk to dawn Power mad in the coital bed The two halves of your thinking head Joined cleft about a central gland That for now we'll call your native land A fragrant herd of hungry flames In fixed circles our cells migrate The spectrum is a fraction of A conical pulse of unseen rays Each ray cast out from the central name Plotting a course through phase and state A seed adrift on a stagnant wave Shining the features off your face.