Time Beyond Reason

Like a sun-ripe pear Like blood, like a peach Like invisible fruit On a branch beyond reach When cherries ripen From scarlet to green And the tree in the seed Is too small to be seen Where the primal tone Before time began Stuck like a bone In the throat of man What are the flavors of infinite space? Tell me with music, how does it taste? My eye is a comet My hand's a drum From time beyond rеason Music has come How many Planets Moons How many Planets Moons How many planеts How many moons How many stars Each sing the same tune How many planets How many moons How many stars Each sing the same tune