Scoop into hands together
When we can tell what it is
Clear and what's opaque
The ghouls above your beacon
We're seeing indistinctly
We'll one day face-to-face
At least to say that you're holding
And that you can't service the molding
We wonder what we could've gotten
Dirty to the bottom of murky hand-held legs
When silent with instructions
We make your own deductions
the best we understand
Fond of collecting tablets
You'll have to live in us
and trust them to your hands
Oh what has began is revealing
On another scale is concealing