The third star moves around us
From this time forward
We have neighbors of metal
Cousins of the sunset
A meeting of minds
Of circles of influence and silken
Certainty, that cruel packaging
Wrapped around ideas, a champagne
Toast to Wilde, under the third star
Earnestly orbiting our frailties
The third star moves around us
Permanance and token stolen minutes
Of the real
The clock is ticking an endless
Circle of renewal and apology
Disenfranchisement is policy
Wrapped around truth, a champagne
Toast to Wilde, under the third star
Shameless centenarian bones tease
The third star moves around us
A firm strident truth lies broken
Trod underfoot skeletal
The horses round the last corner
Circling vulture final disorder
The truth splattered over conscience
Toast to Wilde, under the third star
Blamed celebration under the sun
The three stars move amongst us
Finally finding a truth unspoken
Finding a binding blind faith
Misfit beatnik atomic ice charmer
We, helpless among his frozen wolves
Breathe free, a challenging rigorous
Boast to Wilde, under the third star
Thresholds broken, starry circled free