Crack-Up

So the mind won't lie

And the arm won't set

And the bright red eye isn't off you yet

So the words won't come

And the hand won't touch

And a midnight sun doesn't look like much

As an iris contracts, facing the day

I can tell you've cracked

Like a china plate

When the world insists

That the false is so

With a philippic as Cicero

The tighter the fist

The looser the sand

If I don't resist

Will I understand?

All things change

Dividing tides far as I can see

All fades through but [?] of you, as Ylajali

All I see, dividing tides

Rising over me

Ooh, wait

Oh, will you wait?

[?]

You, alive...