In a gravitycollapsing moment
It's a gravitycollapsing moment
Gravity's pylons and wires
We're just the walking pylons
And the eyebeams our wires invisible
The wires from mind to mind are not visible
Bipedal pylons in nylons
Short sheath skirts and jeans
Sneakers for sneaking under the radar
Living under the sonar towers
Living in the shadow of the brilliant pylons
Living in the flicker of the EM bands
Staring at any number of transmitter dishes
Living in the solar wind of the media