Pelt and chime the beauty of synchronicity. Stand still for not a single second. Shimmer and wave, destroy your home. Stand still for not a single second. In beauty lies compensation, Sharpening his bundle of sticks into arrows laced with impulse. A skim over cupid's diary sickened by each entry. Ink to blood, paper to flesh And I am suspended in mid-air, frozen by intuition. Pelt and chime. Well rehearsed chaos gives me something to hum to.