Max Ernst's Dream

Hands on the surface
That is real ok
Sun locating black, silver, and grey
Bring those things to light
Streetlamps to light
This collapse, this expansion
Falling, vertigo
Off the brink, things can think an'
Now they spin alive
Touching becomes a new seeing
(?) so sweet
Calls to me
And I obey
When (?)
Eyes undisguised
The tactile stimuli
Sun over the black waterfall
Silvery and salty
And battered rock
This collapse, this expansion
Falling, vertigo
Off the brink, things can think an'
Now they spin alive
Touching becomes a new seeing