Typhoon empiricist

[00:50.60] Empty room

[00:55.13] Cast about for a familiar object

[01:02.16] Because my body needs coordinates to move

[01:16.81] In the dark

[01:20.86] Range of motion shrivels all around me

[01:28.92] All my nightmares I am slowly being cocooned

[01:39.51] A single calf in the hecatomb

[01:58.68] Crescent moon

[02:03.25] Hollowed out of all my fabled insides

[02:10.81] Occam shave me down to primal truth

[02:15.63] Return me to the womb

[03:27.28] Mother pulled from father’s ribs, little baby in a crib, hands reaching up

[03:41.16] Before the blinding light is split

[03:44.94] Through the prism of your organs into colors

[03:56.55] All that being and nothingness, on the same möbius strip

[04:03.34] Sleep and waking up

[05:06.00] On the first day

[05:10.78] Wipe the blank slate

[05:15.59] And you join the banquet

[05:18.35] Served up helpless on a plate

[05:24.91] You find your land legs

[05:29.44] And you learn to imitate

[05:34.20] You’ll wear any feathers

[05:36.49] And hope that your efforts attract a mate

[05:45.35] One day your children find you,

[05:51.14] Locked in the bathroom,

[05:56.17] Staring in horror at the reflection of your face

[06:05.74] You say you're sorry to the guests at your party

[06:15.06] But you can't help wonder, who is this person you celebrate?

[07:27.38] And so the light fades

[07:32.46] It’s still your birthday

[07:37.49] Blow out your past lives like they're candles on the cake