/Quarter Moon Night--Respite/ (villanellesque) (Greg Sherman/Philo Vivero)

the digital wasteland is illuminated by a quarter-moon's light
dim to my sight, strange to behold and without any symmetry
it contains all the power we need to make everything all right

an ocean of fire to be traversed in a silent and lucid flight
a telephone beckons and calls to me; what could it all be?
the digital wasteland is illuminated by a quarter-moon's light

i fear the voice on the telephone and the emotions that it might
bring out--her voice is terrible, yet it is everything to me!
it contains all the power i need to make everything all right

an ocean of fire: the t.v. has a subtle, overwhelming might
she struggles to the telephone's electricity; it will set her free
the digital wasteland is illuminated by a quarter-moon's light

to find him in the wasteland could set everything right
his embrace despite the ocean of fire could set her free
it contains all the power she needs to make everything all right

my life is all wrong and in her i see some respite
so we touched each other through electric fog and the fiery sea
the digital wasteland is illuminated by a quarter-moon's light
it contains all the power we need to make everything all right