Kaleidoscope of patterns new,
To turn my world back into view,
Strange relations I have found,
Amongst this world of purple towns.
Across the plains, past frozen seas,
And burning shores, the scattered seed,
These places of my dreams relate,
All the twisted forms of fate.
Now behold the drummer man,
He holds the telescope of hate,
His aged fingers twist the tube,
A pattern turned a life removed.