Cylab

In time
I find
the gift of sight
is hard to see
of presently

clear the state of things
clear the state so far

transmissions
occuring
in weathered atmosphere
the pressure ebbs and flows
we are storming clear

and recognize us now
and recognize us now
as we are polarized

transmitted sight
I satellite
I'm found in waves
electro magnetic rays
transmitted sight
I'll colonize
I satellite
monopolize

unseen fine
I feed through middle times
I move within the lines
I am to land mine

and recognize us now
and recognize us now
as we are polarized
we are magnetic spheres