Drivin' blind 
In holding nine 
Floating, tiny 
Crystals I see 

They're so fine 
They cloud my mind 
With tawny light 
Like L.S.D. 

An' then Ed 
Sticks in his head 
An' he can't see 
The mystery 

"It's So Dark!" 
He laughs and barks 
"How can you See 
To do your thing?" 

"What's to See?" 
I say with glee 
Knowing he won't 
Perceive the Motes 

Rainbow motes 
That gently float 
And look so fine 
In holding nine