Towards My Door

I transverse myself 

On the thread of the world 
Tense in space 

Until I reach myself 
On the steps of your refusal 

I am climbing towards my door 
This time the harp of the night 

Plays it song of fears in vain 
Once for all I have risen over my body 

Higher than my heart 
Tonight I have asked of the earth 

That she model me in the shape of her skin 
With the old life, and with the new. 
New not in kind, out new in dimension 

Not in kind, out in dimension.