What if I went down to the pinegrove & didn't find anything?
What if I went past it, yet nothing in me sang?
Now I'm behind again because my bones won't align that way
Some other time, in another life
Ever since “The Archangel
Michael k**ing Satan”
I've been tryna capture
Both ends of the splinter:
The visible part between my fingernails
& the part still in my finger
Ever since I can remember
Since the day before they split
I've been tryna capture
Some realm I don't know yet
You & I, we're immiscible
I've known it since we laid in the thistles
& in the moments when I'm difficult
You silence me in my revolt
Every since “I,”
Since the moments when the night limped by
& all of a sudden it was morningtime
Morningtime, morningtime