There’s a piece of me resting outside my soul,
The mad clarity and all the things I think I know
And somewhere in that lack of understanding lies you.
You pulled your hand out of heaven and calmly let me
Pull myself out of my head and
The feeling is like that feeling of liquid running down your arms
Into your hands again.
Crystallize it with your fingertips,
Softly run it all between them.
Take another sip of something that makes you forget it and