None But Shining Hours

following the line of the tide reclining living on the fat of the sweet sun shining drawing on the times aligning walking on the long horizon there's a little black spot in the sky with diamonds living off the fat of the sweet sun shining drawn upon the times colliding walking on the wide horizon never never never never never never never never never never never the number on the back of the sign is rising the gamelan attack of the trines aligning chance will leave the sky bedizened sliding on the wide horizon never is the start of a clever lying staring at the black of the blind spot hiding the universe's private bower these are none but shining hours