Coming To At Dawn

Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn

Knowing only that the night was someplace that you had gone

And the amber waves on the showboat of laughter

And you cannot change the way you slid down railings in the lobby

And then again down the gangway shortly after

Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn

Knowing only that the night has gone

Obliterate the grass stains from the cloth

You were only in the grassy fields to pick a hollyhock

You want to stick it to the stem again

By fusing up the atoms and then believe that it will live again

Just from the power of your refusing to believe it cannot happen

Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn

Knowing only that the night has gone

Obliterate the memory of coming to at dawn

Knowing only that the night has gone

Obliterate the cherry and the wild berry juices

That you trailed along the hallways of the whorehouse that you used

As a store room for your fox furs and the harvest from the orchard

Full of hollyhocks and cherry trees and other flowery images

Of course you wanted everything cold

But when you opened up the door everything got old

I said of course you wanted everything cold

But when you opened up the door all the flower petals folded

Obliterate your speech so you cannot ask forgiveness

For hanging with the vampires when there was no one to witness

The submission of the skin upon your neck

All they wanted was a dance you gave your peace of mind instead

There is a tower with a winding set of stairs

You will descend into the absolute light

Into the absoluteness of light

And come aware

and become aware