The Vines That Pull
So I got locked up
For a crime I didn’t commit
And the doctors are in league
With the demons I’m dancing with
And they’ve got names
For my affliction
Like love and lust
Passion and addiction
And I can’t exist
Between the two poles
Do anything other
Than be completely whole
And I thought I could trust
In a fall away floor
So I stood still
And the trapdoor
Vanished
From under my feet
Now me and the darkness
Finally meet
In movements that reach
Across my bedroom floor
It’s not really
Less is more
More like a mystery
Than a conundrum
The wonder is that I
Can’t discover Him
Where he always was
Like light was put on pause
And the Saint I love
She talks about the distance
Between the God of peace
And the rest of existence
So I know I’m not really
On my own
Then it bursts to life
In true colours shown
Like the whole world was pulsing
With this desire
And the heart of the matter
Was a burning fire
That gives rise to lit in the tree
Like Moses says God is talking to me
And the Divine has its own language
It speaks in tongues
And I could translate them
When I was young
Now all of the words
Turn to a silent tone
Like the crackle of static
On the other end of the phone