In a cask where I am constant Hidden article of hurt Like a hapless plane descending Like a flower without dirt What will I be If you return me If the parched heart Stutters to motion Will your new tongue Clap in my head like a bell A clamour of secrets Under gauze and under the rapids Under covers sick with attention Slowly sinking far From the setting sun And for no one Changeling -- I am caught in a blur In only your view My bleakest transition Powerful sleep What a powerful sleep This must be Come to me oh come to me I feel you only As something remembered Distant and ended and Pulled in my path through a fog And What would I be If you return to me Freed of pigment Free of sensation Will you leave me Dreams of the cold cocoon Under skin and under construction Will I work with my hands With a wonder Never certain That you have left at all But what does it matter If I am distorted here I have you to compose me I have you to replace my fear