It's a geometric world now: the walls they all agree Structure and enclosure and a prim tranquility But you and I can move through space, and walk across their floors Nothing can contain our power to permeate their doors It's a kinesthetic world now: writhing braids of flesh and bone Trapped inside these bodies we reluctantly call home But you and I know how to dance; we can actuate our limbs to signal cross the cosmic haze and articulate our whims It's a gilded neon world now: bits of ancient arcade chrome A glowing insect contact in the technicolor zone And you and I are holding hands as the frame begins to splinter Our yawning silhouettes awash in sharp chromatic timbre