Bi-Focal

Sometimes up out of this land
A legend begins to move
Is it a coming near?
Of something under love?
Love is of the Earth only
The surface of map of moons
Eating wherever go noms
Or little bushes nom

Thoughts of the legend endure
Fixed, inexorable
Deep as the darkest mind
A thick rocks won't tell
As fire burns the leaf
And out of the green appears
The vein in the center lie
And the legend veins under there
(veins under there)
(veins under there)

So the world happens twice
Once what we see it as
Second, in legends it's so
Deep, the way it is
It is
It is