In a cask where I am constant

Hidden article of hurt

Like a hapless plane descending

Like a flower without dirt

What will I be

If you return me

If the parched heart

Stutters to motion

Will your new tongue

Clap in my head like a bell

A clamour of secrets

Under gauze and under the rapids

Under covers sick with attention

Slowly sinking far

From the setting sun

And for no one

Changeling -- I am caught in a blur

In only your view

My bleakest transition

Powerful sleep

What a powerful sleep

This must be

Come to me oh come to me

I feel you only

As something remembered

Distant and ended and

Pulled in my path through a fog

And

What would I be

If you return to me

Freed of pigment

Free of sensation

Will you leave me

Dreams of the cold cocoon

Under skin and under construction

Will I work with my hands

With a wonder

Never certain

That you have left at all

But what does it matter

If I am distorted here

I have you to compose me

I have you to replace my fear