I want so much,
I could do so much,
but I just keep tearing myself apart

slam my head on the plate
rest my neck in the national razor
wait for the hand to strike,
gavel to give way

hoist myself
onto the rain-wet
splintering edged wood
of the lucarne
let the air break my fall,
close my eyes until I'm gone


but I am still here


going on


and on


and on


Good, gracious God
shut my mouth and send me off to something better

I will wait,              my dear,
( but I fear my endurance ),
For our souls to harmonize in joyful reunion.

For I will wait,              My love, Outside of these
skins ( And Beyond these lifetimes of
teachings ),

And suffer they will, ( beating hearts
                allow lessons )
In the flesh that we use,     to serve education,

My daring We must wait,      Allow them to
grow
For our circle to complete, their pain must flow
My Love,          Our patience will reward

such high miles from his son
with that head of sawed off strawberry blonde

still, you'll dance in empty places
that sarabande til you sweat

nothing between you and the better air
but those feet will have to move