The east is your beginning, the west your end; sunrise to sunset
Your distance is to the north, your depth to the south; sun up to sundown
The globe of distortion becomes your life; shadow to light de facto
With hands a bowl is formed
This cup of water slowly drains
Wipe your face with the wetness
Scan your eyes and look out for echoes
Over by the fish scales, the Saragossa
Measure then the lens with precision
Set up the theodolite, the barometer
Secure the slide rule and the abacus
Come with me to the horizon
Over the skyline to the river
Float on; as to the Khumba Mela
Chance your arm at the casino
With a bagel or a dollar
Take a pretzel to the foreground
Understand the nature of charm
And the coincidence of parallel lines
