Ecstacy Eyes and Adolescent-Hearted Lies

Gets your skull a-rolling,
Gets your thighs a-rolling,
Gets your hips a-rolling,
Gets your heart a-rolling,
Gets your brain a-rolling,
Gets your thoughts a-rolling from the ground,
From somewhere sound.
Puts you behind windows,
Makes you look through windows,
Makes you think your eyes are windows,
Makes you close the windows when the air conditioning is on,
Makes you stand in front of windows,
Makes you contort your bod in front of windows,
Makes you follow people around houses with windows
Turning off the lights
(At night – in the day the windows give light
And you can’t turn off windows).
Makes you feel hot when the sun reaches through those windows
Into that hall where you’ve been locked behind those windows,
Makes you reach your mind through those windows,
Your eyes through those windows,
And reach your hands through those windows.
Makes you forget who lives outside those windows
Which have become your eyes,
Which have become your lies,
Makes you forget who brought you those windows,
Makes you forget who made you those windows.
Makes you forget what you see out of those windows,
Makes you see nothing out of those windows,
Makes you forget that everything is outside those windows.
Makes you see that glass cannot be penetrated with the bare eye,
Or the bare mind,
Or the bare hand,
Or the bare time (the bare time,
The bare time),
You barely had the time (of the sky,
of your mind, or of your tall glass climbs).