There is lambs wool

Under my naked feet

The wool is soft and warm

Gives off some kind of heat

A salamander scurries

Into flame to be destroyed

Imaginary creatures

Are trapped in birth on celluloid

The fleas cling to the golden fleece

Hoping they'll find peace

Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid

There's no hiding in my memory, there's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor

In the red ochre corridor

For my second sight of people

They've more lifeblood than before

They're moving in time

To a heavy wooden door

Where the needle's eye is winking

Closing on the poor

There's only one direction

In the faces that I see

It's upward to the ceiling

Where the chamber's said to be

Like a forest fight for sunlight

That takes root in every tree

They are pulled up by the magnet

Believing they are free

Mild mannered supermen

Are held in kryptonite

And the wise and foolish virgins giggle

With their bodies glowing bright

Through the door a harvest feast

Is lit by candlelight

It's the bottom of a staircase

That spirals out of sight

To get out