Meat Puppets, The - Chemical Garden

saw it in Braille
come randomly pouring out
in a wave of black ice
and nighttime and then
in a fast moving storm
with singalong thunderclouds
the soft explosion
of dayfall and then

orange and blue
the fire is starting
shimmering through
the chemical garden
i am not alone
stumbling through
the chemical garden

behind these black eyes
a story is playing out
atop a cloudy hill
the verdict is read
on every lip
the sound of the feather falls
a wave of nighttime's
electrical head

though I refuse to see
i'm suddenly shown
cut through the sweetest parts
to get to the bone