I am the Resurrection.
Each morning I drag my self from bed,
Rolling away the heavy sheet I wrapped ’round myself
All night long.
Jesus, where’s the coffee-filter?
Jesus, you don’t have the muscle anymore,
To roll the weight I’ve been rolling away, every day
From the mouth of my own cave.
Here we are again!
Awake, but blurry-eyed,
When we look at the lives we’ve each brought back from the dead;
From the cave of shadows,
From the dancing on our walls.
Fire does animate the hole;
(Fire is in the whole).
The bad impersonation of the sun
Leave me adrift
Afloat in the sea of my own shortcomings.
Who are you, reading this?
And who do you suspect this voice to to be ?
You and I, we are just meeting here by chance.
Somewhere outside of time
Somewhere in these words.
Somewhere near the entrance
Of this cave that each of us,
Gradually emerges from.