There's that feeling again
This sting in my chest
I thought I'd outrun it
But it's followed me west
And my tossing and turning
It wakes you
I mutter... something
Of rivers locked in crystal
Of ghosts moving within us
Of bloodlines and breakage
Of bones dislocated
Of hidden hills to climb under the surface
Of the heart beneath the heart
I know I'm half-telling
I would have wanted you to know all the secrets
But the lines in my face
The remnants, the trace
The tears in my eyes
Don't they tell you
Better than anything could?
To an ever-shut womb
To spring forever in bloom
To an echoless room
That's where i'm going
On the blowing of the horn