yes god, i'm warm now:

cast me out into this catastrophic bleached aire (this is how i feel)
neverending beginning at the roots of equality and matches (angels watch with popcorn bowls)
dreamlike dances in cold draft rooms pitchers hanging walls and sliding wet stairwells (i am here)
exhale the weeks work inhale new fresh plentiful changing views on constants (tomorrow)
dangle me over this bridge backed by borrowed moonlight (my eyes are full too)
where to now? its as if we've tackled the great beast within us all.
releasing tamed broken and humbled like breath of our own ghosts (dance here)
shadowing the shaky past lines drawn by hands that lose feeling after hours of telepathy (don't let me down)
from here i'll write her name my name the name in skies diamond filled (the tank is empty)
blinking reactions are slowly being held in the bosom of mothers (one day)
come on down from your cloud, isn't it warmer outside the lines of amusement? (rhythm equals perspectives)
where to now? its as if you shot woody harrleson.