A Piece Of The Sky

Through a door in the air

On a crumbling stair

In a clear and rushing vein

In a tunnel full of rain

In a piece of yellow light

On the skin of my eye

Are you there?

In the wind of my lung

In methane and in love

In petroleum plumes

There's a floating slice of moon

In your tooth and your claw

and your unforgiving jaws

Are you there?

In a burning white ship

In the taste of her lips

In the blood of the swans

as the sun fucks the dawn

In the mud of a lake

In the drunk and the dazed

Are you there?

In the now that is not

on a ladder to god

On a mountain stripped bare

With your hand in my hair

Behind the face of the sky

on a disappearing line

Are you there?

In the then that was now

In the now that is not

In our names we forgot

In a thought we just lost

We become what we choose

We are stumbling fools

Who are not there

There's some tangled dirty twine

in some idiot's clouded mind

there's some wires that won't unwind

around the ankles of the blind

There's walls lined with soft lead

and in that room is your bed

Is that really you?

Are you in there?

On the moon?

In the air?

Crushed in my hand?

Thrown in a fire?