The horn's one heart rate must reach 175 a minute
Now at a rate of
Faster than a blink of an eye
For the body with horns
Lives in space between the blink and light
Slow down the blink
Somewhere in the white space
Between Sight and Sightlessness
In every crowd there is one with horns
Casually moving through the bodies as this is the living
Room with a creature with horns
It's a long cloak song of tongues
On the lips for all to see
It's twilight in that place
That gap that stopped time
Horn headed creatures appear
Spinning, Dancing Strolling
Through the crown in a fever of revelation
You will understand the shaman
Lost in the light of utter bliss
Between Sight and Sightlessness
In every crowd there is one with horns
Casually moving through the bodies as this is the living
Room with a creature with horns
It's a long cloak song of tongues
On the lips for all to see
Horn headed Creature feeds
You are all welcome