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