Seeds of Allowance in Tune

You can’t rent the daylight
Either you see it or you don’t
Those that do know
It has an immediacy to it
The daylight has the last word
There is a somber song defending daylight
So calm and full of potent circumcision
I have a theory about circumcision
It was invented because of daylight
The need to uncover that which is covered
The birthplace of seeds
The allowance of the seeds of music
There is no meaning to reality, in tune,
It is a forged signature