I was practicing and decided to record and improvise - after a transformation to Just Intonation in Melodyne here is the result.

What makes it float, also makes it sink.

My skin gets thicker, covered in needles and spikes.

Like the dog outside that says it owns the street.

Well I ain't no dog, but I can bite.

I can't stop this wagon we're on. This ride might be our last.

Sea-monkeys, blue Mr.Freeze. A permanent stain on the carpet of my memory.

This is it, no epiphany.

We'll dot the eye and we'll give it some life. Bring it to life.