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 in 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 the 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 some 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?

In my hand?

Thrown in a fire?