- Coulour the Mundane, "The Anthropic Principle"Wind chimed the masts
like xylophones across the shore
heat rose shivering
filthering the lights
On the other shore
like the high white notes
on the piano board
played aimlessly
Where you and I collide
in constants and laws
that must be somehow right
'cause I'm drowning in those eyes
Provisional arrangements of dust
the earth will ponder on
beyond our reveries
'til the sun swallows us
Where you and I collide
in constants and laws
that must be somehow right
'cause I'm drowning in those eyes
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