May 10, 2002 // 9:43 a.m. // A Separate Lid Behind Closed Eyes

Because sometimes you have to resort to lyrics to answer someone's questions.

Here�s the hard part:
When there are no plugs to pull
Visitors are ushered
Back to their vehicles

And an endless crescendo
Of unvoiced cries
Manipulate the silence
Of hospitals at night

And indistinct wishes
Made on my behalf
Are rationed and assigned to
Specific tasks

Like staving off nightmares
Dismissing random pains
Or petitioning disaster
To increase its pace

I�ve found a space between
Consciousness and dream
To invent a life inside

A stack of photos; a handmade shelf:
Mysterious and foreign relics of health
Wilted flowers strain to scent the room
I don�t need flowers I just need you

I�ve found a space between
Consciousness and dream
To invent a life inside

I feel the building pulling up its roots
Seceding from the world I knew

And a separate lid behind closed eyes
Reacts to this and opens wide.
Staff pours out from stiffening walls
Their clipboards ripe with protocol
For static hearts and absent sounds
The script is all in pencil now
So take me home
Burst through these doors
I�m uninsured and I�m sure�I�m sure I can�t stay anymore

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