The silken mud of this life covers me,nSurrounding consciousness with luciditynBut I have forgotten how to feel thisnFallen far away from what I foundnSpinning in the darkness I have made of chances given to me, to me, to me, to me, to me.nnThere is a hopenThere is desirenThere is a KnowledgenBut it is coldnnIt's lying on the surface and deep withinnBut I must bring it round and centernBring it round againnnWhere InCan seenAnd it can... breathennAll smoke and mirrors herenSubmerged in my perceptionsnWorlds without endnYet these things seem temporarynDoomed to fall away with the thought that made them realnnThe mud begins to drynBeneath the unknown sunnThe surface cracked and peelednSpreading out it could be...nIt could be poetrynI pull up at the cracksnPick up the pieces one by onenWhile on my hands and kneesnAs I did as a childnSo delicate, each one by onenThey crumble in my handsnnAnd now it's coming clearnThat you were always herenWhat I was longing fornWhat I was meant to benI wanted to come homenWanted to know you so badlynnBut it's not like you ever really left menNo it's not like you ever really wouldnnI offered myself upnWhen I saw that there was nothing below me at allnFamiliarity, comes flooding back to mennOf all the times I've revisited thisnOf all the times I cried...nnReach, reach me!nTouch, touch me!nHeal, heal me!nOpen, open me!nnSo what is in you will shine through menAnd what is in me will shine through thee...