Only to Live Again (song) ...

When I look at the sky, 

I think “Where have you been?

Have I met you before?”

 We die and we live again.

Somethings come from nothings 

(every shedded flesh in the world).

This space was a flower; 

now brown stems and petals curled—

           They'll bleed to tea inside the raindrops, maybe

           Spill out their minerals through grass and daisies,

           Or ride the dusty tracks up deer backs, pine sap—you-and-me:

           We'll wear their ash and breath their breath. Death made me.

On cold nights, I've knocked; 

The godly won't let us in:

Their fads are cliché—

and all things outside are “sin.”

So I laid blindly down—

so alive was the dark

With welcoming mouths, 

wide eyes, whispering feet. My heart...

           I shook my legs before the sweet ants flayed me,

           Hunted for starlight, felt the ground churn paisley,

           And realized these closed-in cabin fires had suckled my fear—

           The myth of 'ends.' Night cleans our bones; life starts here.

When I look at the stars. 

I think “Nothing is gone.”

What seemed like a phase-through-me, 

is an endless dawn:

Ancient, traded atoms 

building up inside a living thing.

I'm borrowed inside, 

and destined as offering.