It seems to me that I remember
The first word, baptism and a green branch
And crying that burned my lungs like bridges
It seems to me that when I wake up
An experiment will be finished and I will be given
New shoes and flowers and champaigne
And it seems to me that I'm shrinking
In opposition to an everything
I've been breathing
Through a diastolic stomach
Since forever
Happiness instead of blood
Not an ounce of lust
Or the gibberish of piety
This story is being written in my bones
To dry my entrails faster
The stronger wind is blowing
And creacking fear approaching
From the invisible sea
It seems to me that I remember
The first word, baptism and a green branch
And crying that burned my lungs like bridges
I've been breathing
Through a diastolic stomach
Since forever
Happiness instead of blood
Not an ounce of lust
Or the gibberish of piety
