Irrelevant Shapes from Animal Soul by Thomas Nöla & the Black Hole

It was in a dream or should I say
I just left my mind open that day?
Protected by masks I slipped away
Holed up inside of pastel enclaves
Living with doves between the waves
I spent all my life on irrelevant shapes

With animal language and animal tools
Maybe not to win, but never to lose
We chase not a thing so nothing we'll find
Sleeping away these indigo times
No thought of the time, no care for the ways
Of people who cut you into these useless shapes

This medicine wheel I stand upon
Will not mutate into a heptagon
Sinking with the rocks and obeying stones
But no phoenix rises here, no
In my Tiger's Nest I dedicate
All of my time to irrelevant shapes

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