Aliveness

I was a spirit
Long done with living
I embraced nothing
Like the lens is a glass

Had ebony and ivory
But they stole all my keys
Elephant trading, they said
I waged on the vastness of me

I'm a revolving door
I'm a cogged-up carnivore
For the neon horse
In a bright light corridor

You brought me to a drive-in
Where there formed a picture
Of me as a bride
And I was just a likeness

You said "No, that's aliveness
It's a fantastic distance
Harmony and glass
Your feet on the grass"

I can't revolve doors
I'm a cogged-up carnivore
I'm a neon horse
In a bright light corridor

You say, "Love is not either-or
It's not a myth
It is a mist
Endless and free-form"

Well, I read your script
Is that what this is?
'We get blown to smithereens'
That's what you mean

The framing that caused it
Demands a look beyond it
Will the carnivores step back?
Will their preference go slack?

Now I revolve doors
I'm a cogged-up carnivore
I'm a neon horse
I'm a bright light corridor

You said, "Love is not either-or
It's not a myth
It is a mist
Endless and free-form"

I belong here, I'm home
With you, I am home
If nothing else will grow
But violets and stones
All my nothing is yours