Noah in the Paramedic’s Eyes

The emergency room gets smaller
They wheel you outside, the shadows grow taller
It’s cold, dark, wet, the sky a cloudy indigo
We’re not in Scottsdale anymore, Toto
Emergency workers conversing
Looking at you, their eyes furtively glancing

Denk je dat hij er ooit zal komen?
De tijd stroomt in ieder geval weer
Het is meer een kwestie of hij ooit terug zal komen naar waar hij was
Ik denk niet dat hij zal komen waar we zijn

Darkness turns to light as you slide into the ambulance
From blue to brilliant orange, an effervescent radiance
Expectation of immolation causes your nerves to dance
Your first second of damnation; you’ve missed your last chance
On your way to the sanatorium
Your vehicle is a crematorium

But you felt no heat
Your perdition you didn’t meet
God told you something sweet
As soon as it started, it’s over
You’re just in a chariot of fire with your charioteer

Young, fat, with a mustache trimmed neatly
Looking from his clipboard, he peeps at you quickly
His gaze turns to surprise
As if he sees what is behind your eyes
The interaction has the power to hypnotize

Your urge to find familiarity
To imprint upon him something you know
People do this unconsciously
Your mind explodes

A girl writing by candlelight
Late at night
A Walkman beside her in bed
Covered in papers with words from her head
Far away in another universe

The papers fill your field of vision
Pandora’s box cornucopia
Like the buckets of water from the sorcerer’s apprentice
Pages and pages flying to the sky, no division
You understand it as a conceptual infinity information utopia
The multi mega infinite data matrice

Everything that can happen will happen
In two separate infinite universes
The exact same thing must eventually happen
When the same thing happens in two universes, there is a connection
When it does, you have a gateway between universes
A multi-infinite extra-dimensional infinity of infinities confection

You can slide from one to the other
This is saying something about your lover
Don’t look at me, that’s what you call her
It’s also what happened in the garden
It’s how the snake busted into Eden
I mean it isn’t, but that thought came into your mind
Would make a cool idea for a book or poem or something of that kind

“Are you fucking kidding? Is that you?”
The paramedic breaks your gaze and tries to find something else to do

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