PREGNANTI hope to be there when the eggs of skepticism hatch and develop into superior bodies of free-thought The author – our hands The abrogates – our minds The author – our minds The abrogates – our hands Salvation’s rent is due and Chapter 11 has been filed I hope to be there when the timbers split and stained glass decorates the sky like a million pixies winking Like a million eyes under ice The potter’s wheel has been reinvented and his products will never die The butcher’s blade has been whet and his products were never alive So let the tree of previous knowledge fall and be the first to leave the hive |