The Journey
Once I left to walk along the river
I could not never return
I am the anomie outside the garden forever
I prove it to you, my mother is dead
And I am no Persephone
And have no Demeter to bargain for me
Though she would not understand
What I need is more than mere companionship
If only by the angel I could slip
If I could just go back again
Beyond the tunnel where the uterus ends
Where did that come from
The little sack of grapes
Before I fell
From the bunch and was pierced to my heart
My father crawled into the fruit
And is my luggage now along the river
Time tripping at my back
And passing me in a rush of cascade
Making its death so sublime
If you believe everything you see
I don't, I wander blind
Through the dark cave of faith
Walking where I have never been
As if I was not at my beginning
Before the morning they slapped me
Can you believe that
The first thing they did when I was born
They whipped me to breathe
See how abused I am in life
I have baggage from the beginning
My primordial longing for love
Is the closest I get to Eden here
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