Cylinder

It was a Cylinder
It was a spear-y night
I was up in arms
I wasn't feeling right

I felt so taken apart
Piece by boring piece
I felt no comfort in the medicine
I felt no physical release

Just tension caught
In cramping skull
Just empty gap
Of mind
I pressed dearly
On the tree's solid edge
I felt so happy I could taste love again

But that was yesterday
About a month ago
You ask me:
'How you been feeling on your own
Is it uncomfortable'?

Between the story lines
Beneath a rainy coat
I look up at the sky
The clouds rocking
The half moon boat

How do I stop a dream
Before It captures me
How do I stop a lie
Before I build it high?

My feet were still there
After the nightmare
They were free and fine
The sun was Green
And it shined
And I felt tall in my spine
And she had silk in her eyes
And she had words that were sweet
And I bounced across the street

My bed of grief is warm, though
And I face the birds eternal
The dying birds of promise
Do you care now
That I'm honest?

Do you care now
What I carry?
Do you care how
That I do it?
I feel this rhythm
Like a broad, crushing
Sheet of ice
And no I can not break through it
No I will not be damned
My head above land, now
You're sand in my hands, how
Could you ever have
Left me so low?
How,
Could I ever have left you so low.