Silence is its own reward... ..no choice within the screams I see you there within your chair Inspecting all my dreams. It's simply me, our chemistry Is 3 times 3 ascended I am the shadow of the tree That I once recommended You talk as if the man inside Were not the 3 but just the pride A therapist, a solo tryst The 3 know that's a lie... Within the 3 are me and me and that which holds the line A future past your intellect, a vision undefined The 3 in me, the chemistry of acid/alkaline The 1 in you, the only "who"...we pity those confined No longer just the child inside the mind of once was more We are the vision of the past, of what will come before The certainty of 2 not 3, despite the cosmic law The vanity, the "sanity" of primate carnivore We can write in vegemite, they've taken all the pens Except the one they hold us in because we cannot cleanse The mines inside the minds that judged us here, condemned The 3 are just the 2 of you condensed into a dream The inner and the outer self, the rest is us redeemed The voice the choice of sanity, the rest of life a lie We are beyond the Sadducees and so we multiply