What if I went down to the pinegrove & didn't find anything? What if I went past it, yet nothing in me sang? Now I'm behind again because my bones won't align that way Some other time, in another life Ever since “The Archangel Michael k**ing Satan” I've been tryna capture Both ends of the splinter: The visible part between my fingernails & the part still in my finger
Ever since I can remember Since the day before they split I've been tryna capture Some realm I don't know yet You & I, we're immiscible I've known it since we laid in the thistles & in the moments when I'm difficult You silence me in my revolt Every since “I,” Since the moments when the night limped by & all of a sudden it was morningtime Morningtime, morningtime