I take everything I've already figured out with me wherever I go
Mind like a moth-eaten blanket
Wind whistling through the holes

I wrap up in its wool every day
I walk, I drive, I say hi to the faces of the other parents
I will forget who they are but for now I know

And when the nights fall a dark spring opens
I dive entirely in to the holes in my sleeping mind
And I swim all night across a black ocean
Until day comes again

Standing beneath a sky of airplane noise
The sun on its wheel, turning mе old
Warms the back of my head
Death carеss
I look across the gulf

I have seen the billowy black
These hereditary perforated minds dream off
And they don't come back

I'll climb through this for wool mind hole in my knowing
To grandmother's house