♫Walking, stumbling
On these shadowfeet
Toward home, a land that I've never seen
I am changing
Less and less asleep
Made of different stuff than when I began
And I have sensed it all along
Fast approaching is the day
When the world has fallen out from under me
I'll be found in you, still standin'
When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees
When time and space are through
I'll be found in you
There's distraction
Buzzing in my head
Saying in the shadows it's easier to stay
But I've heard rumours
Of true reality
Whispers of a well-lit way.♫
ADHESION
I am adhesive
rolling into being
the way you stick to me, the tenacity.
We are adhesive
the way she sticks to us, permanent
all these adhesions
binding our tissue
such a delicate word....tissue
can we be made of something so fine?
We should shred, moving through the world
and I suppose we do
though rolling on
picking up adhesions
I've heard rumors of a whole woman
who had no need
She lived in a garden
and then she didn't
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