you may wish better than me/i cannot wish better than you

It happened one day
One morning when he woke me
It was the boy I had seen on the train, so many years ago
But now his face was ragged, the deep wrinkles sagged those old wise eyes
And when he bent down to whisper in my ear, his face reflected light like this lost city-
“THESE HOLES WHICH HAUNT WILL NEVER LEAVE-AND YOU WILL WEAR THEM
UNTIL YOU LOVE THEM.”
He must’ve seen the fear in my eyes, because with that, he went from my bedroom
And I have not see him since.

And as I lie there in that fright
I could not help the cringe and the shudder of my frame withdrawing
These poorly lit thoughts on overcast morns are so dangerous; and
I wondered:
Why has she drifted so far from safe and the great gig in the sky-
I wondered:
Where have the songs that manage to liberate themselves from my cautious fingers hidden-
And now for this I stumble and mourn:

Will he ever find what he is searching for?


THESE HOLES DO BIND THESE HOLES DO BREAK
I KNOW MY SOUL THIS ART WILL TAKE
AND IN THESE SPACES WE HAVE LAIN
OH GOD THEY HAVE ALL BEEN IN VAIN
I'VE SOLD MYSELF AND OFFERED MORE
I'VE WATCHED IT BURN AND PLAYED THE WHORE
THESE VOIDS THAT TAUNT I CANNOT CALL
MY ART WILL COME AS SHE DOES FALL