The Jeweller Lyrics

The Jeweller lyrics

Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double
spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye

Engrossed in his corner,
he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time
and space

For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the
flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black
hole

He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not
lost on him
Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely
man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation

But there in his
corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that
sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the
senses

And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and
matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not
propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other

"What does
this word mean?" he enquired of the solemn waiter hopefully
"Nothing for
desert sir", came the reply, "perhaps a cocktail, demitasse or a herbal
essence, it helps the breathing you know sometimes". "The bill, if you don't
mind", quickly he shot back

And as the patter of the feet faded in the
room, for he barely heard them now, his eye slowly began to close, and by the
time he emerged on the sunny street he was forced to rely entirely on the other
eye for help, but happily it continued its many functions, blinking gently for
lubrication, and registering images
It was rush hour, in Hawaii only
10am

So, turning into his street, he stopped at the drug store and
bought an eye patch that soon covered the reluctant eye

Climbing the
stairs he pondered what to do next, he would call a doctor and have tests made,
eat nourishing food and if necessary consent to surgery, the last resort of the
gambling man

And at 1am he awoke from a dream and after fumbling his way
in the obolescent light of his room he peered into the rusty veins of his mirror
and lifted away the patch
What he saw astonished him. Where once was
tremulous tissue and membrane was now a follicle and perfectly formed vagina
with vulva, overgrown and mysterious, unrevealing and still to the untrained
eye

But in the deep dark recesses of that sticky occlusion lay the
unclosing watchful eye of disgust in its closing moments, lunging forward and
hungry for the cold light of days