With the sun and the wind to my back
Warming my neck and driving my step
I proceed to make my arms extend and my fingertips reach
The extent that I live; the extent that I seek
Why can’t I convalesce in peace?
Oh, do I know…
The energy… how much energy it takes to break… and sink into the cold
Come drink from my cold and cupped hands
For mine are alive and well!
They’re alive and well
Acceptance comes; acceptance goes
Here I am grappling with the same words, the same woes
It’s a cancer. In the head, sir.
But I don’t mind. You aren’t mine.
I was once the study of a native
Count with me these days of heaven
That they’ll never graduate my fingers,
even see my toes
“I am here,” I said, pointing to my chest. “I am home.”
– “Where is that?”
“I don’t know.”
Acceptance comes; acceptance goes
Here I am grappling with the same words, the same woes
It’s a cancer. In the head, sir.
But I don’t mind. You aren’t mine.
…
“Oh hey! The wolf is away! We can take some time for ourselves! Celebrate the world as all well, all while the wolf is away.”
…
Come drink from my cold and cupped hands
For mine are alive and well!
They’re alive and well
Come drink from my cold and cupped hands
It’s just as well if you die of thirst.
Go out!
Go out and bring me every godhead of the pantheon
Your king commands it.
“It’s the will of the wind. THE WIND, I SAY!”
It’s a cancer. In the head, sir.
But I don’t mind. You aren’t mine.