I will be the sun again
I will return to the center of my life
Because I misplaced that word
The one which tied me to the forces with which life manifests
I will get it off my chest
The hunger
the aching
someday I will scream again instead of praying
Instead of shoving the silence of him down the back of my neck
Instead of looking for ways to somehow connect
I'm looking for ways to somehow connect
I'm looking for ways to somehow connect
To better yet sleep for a thousand days
But when I wake
Will I creep into daylight with typical north American precision
That driving bitter focus towards ever increasing goals just to cover my tracks of light
Or will I hover like wind between the cracks of my own expansion
Wrinkling and contracting and looking for ways to somehow survive
Looking for ways to somehow survive
Looking for ways to stay alive
A less used, less honest inflection
and I advance cautiously out of isolation
Intensified by the simple fact that no matter where we go and no matter what we lack
The power of magik is prohibited in public
But see....we are the public, yes
And we will be the sun again
I will be the sun again
We will be the sun again
And when we finally burst forward cause our words will be projectile knives without bends of man's misplacement
And we will break up the veil of silence with delirious immodesty
Reveling ourselves at last as we truly are
With all our shadings and inclinations, innumerable meanings and vibrant emotions
We will be the sun again

~kinnie starr~