Hide from your kind 
We'll survive 
Like ancient minds 
Who detest 
To the ways
Of the blind 
Men of the day
 
Powered like a saw 
I freed some fingers
From the skull 
Peered through 
The telescope and I
Saw the back of my head
 
It's the art of self aware 
The gumption of a debonair 
Emerging from the sea 
Huffing psychic gasoline"