***** plus egg
Is supposed to equal a miracle
A miracle of flesh coagulating around
A soul that is short of miraculous
This is the day of conception
This is the day.
One plus one
Is supposed to equal two
But nothing is certain
The tight rope walker does fall
When the rope is expectation
This is the day of realization
This is the day.
You plus me
Is supposed to equal us
You are the fire igniting this imperfect soul
Burning away the coagulated flesh
Burn away the miracle
This is what’s left
This is the day of redemption
This is the day.
Nothing
Is supposed to equal nothing
But I am nothing, and I am something
I am everything
Staring to the sun… hell beneath my feet
Surrounded by flames I’ll never escape
This is the day of absolution
This is the day.