I put the palm of my hands on top of my eyes So I can see the immense dark black velvet And finally be able to look inside It's like my eyes are rolling back And I can dive into myself I can feel the air in my lungs The movement of my ribs My chest going up and down My rib cage expanding in all directions All the bones of my skeleton The movements indicate that I'm alive So I'm aware of what's happening In my body and in my mind My tongue massages the inside of my mouth Slowly and carefully Slowly and carefully Like someone that's painting the roof of a house On the second floor of that house in my skull Is the home of my two eyes Each one has a special room Just in front of my brain I let my eyes float in their cradle in my head They don't need to work as hard as they can They learn with my hands how to be present and still I'm aware of the infinite dark black velvet I can finally rest in the dark black velvet The dark black velvet Pacify my eyes, my mind The dark black velvet