Stunned with age and too much wisdom
Reclined in glass, with eyes too steep
Relentless dimensions of quadraphonic sleep
Dwelt the wild grinning cyclopean pagan
Screaming, sheer dazzling raiment
A thunderbolt master
A 'lecronic savior
A gold galactic raver
Silver sunlight in his eyes
The wizard turned and melted in the sky
Swans do fly high above you all the time
Prince of Sun
Your pavilion makes me shine..
...yes, and I do mean yes!
