The Monkey Gear

He stands upon the detail passed
The tower plans are growing fast
And why exactly is he wrong?
He doesn’t stop himself for long

And he’s fading
Collision and tears
Progressive regression
Isn’t it clear
That he’s failing
Division and fears
Selective exceptions
Thoughts interfere

He feels the weight of crossing lines
Or falling back on old designs
Descend in circles to the right
A spiral staircase of some height

And he’s fading
Collision and tears
Progressive regression
Isn’t it clear
That he’s failing
Division and fears
Selective exceptions
Thoughts interfere

With this waiting
Revision for years
Instinctive deletions
Nothing to hear
Except the hating
Derision and sneers
Directive deflected
The monkey gear

Where he was standing
Is now collapsing
To his amazement
His words are lost

And he’s fading
Collision and tears
Progressive regression
Isn’t it clear
That he’s failing
Division and fears
Selective exceptions
Thoughts interfere

With this waiting
Revision for years
Instinctive deletions
Nothing to hear
Except the hating
Derision and sneers
Directive deflected
The monkey gear

(words and music:  Blinman/Ashburn)