On the 310th Floor

​Someone is whacking away at the tree,
Refusing to listen, he started
A fire on the horizon, a demon
Sits on the desolate fence, he has darted

And swung his oxen horns, he flew in
From tomorrow, the day after that,
When the rules will be abated,
But the spell is wrong and flat.

Yes, on the 310th floor, everything
Is smooth, you can see the stars
Swinging, and the country stretching
Beneath the sun and moon, Venus and Mars,

And you can even see the sea and
Its whales, its rejoicing bottlenose
Dolphins, then the paths in the sea,
The paths in the sky turn rose,

It is all a script, a script
That was etched on our bones,
At the side of the road, that
Shown on the silver milestones.