I've dropped my soul out of its secret place and held it to the mirror of my eye To see it like a star against the sky, a twitching body quivering in space A spark of passion shining on my face, and I explored it to determine why this awful king To my infinity Conspires to rob me sweet joy and grace, and if the sign may not be fully read If I can comprehend the not-control, I need not glue my days with futile dread Because I see a part in my bad home, contemplating strange I'm comforted I've a snarkotic thought I know my soul I know my soul I know my soul I know my soul