Genesis

Narrator This is the beginning and the end, The rise and the fall Our gait will begin it's saunter at the source, when the infant learns to crawl Ahrima Place your hand on mine Untie your mind O, The Scientist Let your bloated brain balloon and float away Ahrima Wet the end of the thread O The Scientist Thimble upon your index Ahrima & O the Scientist Set the needle on its path Bobbing up and down and past Tears and seams all turn to one With every stitch and each spool spun O The Scientist Feed the line through its eye Ahrima Draw it from the other side O The Scientist Pull the strand to satisfy Ahrima The need to compose O The Scientist The genetic map Ahrima The scientific gap O The Scientist The detailed blueprints Ahrima Swept away under carpets Ahrima & O The Scientist All we did was thread the eye Of the silver splinter We simply planted the seed And nursed it through the winter O The Scientist The rest is up to you to do with what you'll do Ahrima & O The Scientist To learn and love and laugh Until the cycle circles back I'll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage Divide and disappear, and see you in the mirror Ahrima I'm a slave to the sight Narrator O the Scientist was the author and the architect The angels were his ink slingers, his actors and actresses His two purest talents were Ahrima and Nidria, two destined hearts Bound by the same idea The unrelenting constancy of love and hope Can rescue and restore you from any scope In her, Ahrima confided his curbing frustration His gifts had been exhausted Oh, how they'd misused them She averted his passion and eased his blood And so he confessed it to her, he had fallen in love Ahrima A slave to your eyes