Maybe all this is Is some kind of chrysalis A painful kind of preface to provenance Maybe all this is Is a hearkening to remiss That a heart that hasn't split is counterfeit Maybe I'll return to you Glisten rays of absolute See me steeped to deep at crux in something new Gratitude for shape Sculpted by the pain But there's whispers of a way back to Northcote again On a different tilt Intention set to built Won't let this turn to wilt Traject reset now to stamp out that regret Just tell me what is next to bring you back from silhouette Metanoia paragon Change the mind for this bygone Winter into spring always brings the ice to thin Let this not be requiem Tell me this is interim See the floods of love for your infinite within Maybe I'll return to you Glisten rays of absolute See me steeped to deep at crux in something new Maybe I'll return to you Open palmed but resolute Trouble for a chance to try for different hues