Chakra in Basel

Across the rhein and road

There shown a sacrament

It glistened indigo;

Sat wise and innocent

And in red stood the bridges

That I could fly off

My apprehensions

There stood my riches

Don’t think I’d land soft

I’m at a loss

Your luminous

And I’m your moth

I’m your moth

Flight of the flock

I’m up aloft

My albatross

I want to see the world

With clearer eyes

And a palate as clear

Or formed the color white

But 1000 years at once

Will do things to your mind

A synesthesia

A mix of dye

I’ve finally understood

My potent pleasures

In simple measures

I’ve finally understood

My thoughts alone

A brazen treasure

I’m at a loss

Your luminous

And I’m your moth

I’m your moth

Flight of the flock

Cream of the crop

I’m now aloft

Burn it down it all

The things I own don’t do me good anymore

Throw it out; it all

My things won’t do me good anymore