What Dogs See - Cymbals Eat Guitars

I lost myself in the web that was spun

In that sweet smelling dim dirt full basement

From Prince Edward Island I hitched a long way

Winding turnpikes and orange glow worms

To a lake in the wilderness shining in black

With a silver forest form an ellipse

In its depths found a monolith adorned with great paintings of wolves with

yellow little sides

The grey, freezing water — it swirled around, whispering

Tuned from a phonograph, stuffed between brain cells for months

Since I heard your voice issue those phrases

I touched the world slowly, each ray of the spectrum

Revealed itself to me, dark matter was illuminated

In his extremities into this way of being

Serpents writhing on all sides of me

Celestial castles whose spectral planets

Filled gaps between stars in the night sky voids crystallize

This is what dogs see, oh, this is why they bay

And cower at something just over your shoulder