The Mind Tattoo

Tiny flames – swirling Dervishes in darkness
Their small figures rotating and climbing
On crescents burning in the Indu fountains
And on Mercedes, Mercedes declining
Mind tattoo, clementine bathed mountain
Mind tattoo, myth's golden hanging gardens

You keep asking for the mind tattoo
Though it’s crashing you down 'til you fall for the views
Always fresh, kaleidoscoped anew
That’s your precious mind tattoo
Mercedes red, Mercedes true

Tiny flowers burn in swimming indecisions
Another mountain, another tiny figure
A million trees growing out of Buddha’s prison
That's Mercedes, Mercedes vision
Mind tattoo, our bodies' collision
Mind tattoo, microcosmic precision

Tiny fictions climbing up your back
Think Rosegardens singing winter lullabies
A seagull cell drives you bonkers when it cracks
Mind tattoo, mind tattoo in the night
Mercedes yellow, Mercedes white

Tiny candles burning in my windows
The crazy ticking of your clock still seems too simple
A park and a sculpture of your widows
Mercedes, Mercedes kingdom
Mind tattoo, our ancient wisdom
Mind tattoo, our seashell prison

Yes, you keep craving for your own mind tattoo
At birth you were given none
Sunken snow sparkles dust above the moon
Bitter pale riders dine above the sun
It’s your mind tattoo, saving you from trembling frowns
It's Mercedes in rags to Mercedes crowned