False Infinities

Do you still remember
The driver
We met from Denver
With the ouroboros tattoo?

He said everything
Will recur
Until we all dissolve in time
(We all dissolve)

That's the kind of vaguely spiritual thing
You can get away with saying to strangers
But he really didn't like you
Telling him how to drive

I had a perfect circle and I tried to paint it all black
But then I couldn't decide if I should paint it all white
Or in perfectly balanced halves

And my eyes are acrobats
Leaping out and desperate
To catch sight of something real
That can bear a human face
I need something that can break
Through to me
And break through
My false infinities

But here's yet another
Ex-pastor
In Warby Parker
Glasses without a prescription

He said we're star stuff
And baby, we are enough
And the Kingdom of Heaven is within
(It's all within)

And the capital U-universe is here to guide us
Toward our own inner light

Well okay

But just saying that sort of thing
Never got anyone crucified

I had a perfect circle and I tried to paint it all black
But then I couldn't decide if I should paint it all white
Or in perfectly balanced halves

And my eyes are acrobats
Leaping out, desperate
To catch sight of something real
That can bear a human face
I need something that can break

My arms are acrobats
Flying out through emptiness
To lay hold of hands
That have borne our human weight
I need something that can break

I was a self-referring circuit of positive inputs
But nothing electric ever struck
Nothing could judge me
Oppose or conduct me
And therefore not love me that much

But you found me going nowhere just
Circling the parking lot
Reciting slogans to myself
Like "we're drops in the ocean"
It sounded pretty deep
But it didn't help

Cos our hearts are acrobats
Leaning out across a gap
To be one with you
Even now in time and space
Cos a sacred heart can break

And we need something that can break through
All our false infinities

Between you and us
Is a wire
And the tension remains a crucial thing
Just meet us up there dancing
Above trees that go branching
Beyond all our false infinities