The Matter at Hand

Behold the matter at hand As the matter resolves Single points went multiplying into molecular balls Formulating the spherical bulb on the tip of the human pawn Don't you dare forget the balls you're made of And the one you stand upon So have a ball like we've gone spinning 'round through endless time and space Behold the matter at hand The matter needs to eat Emptiness, desire's leverage So many mouths to feed Satisfaction mixed with grief And to pray with hands made clean It echoes gently across the waves in a tossing, turning dream So have a snack when you can find the chase much better than the catch