Chupacabra

I live inside a body left to wander

Soon there’ll be nothing harder than the simple life I know

One I, I show

One I, I know

I’m awake inside a city unawoken

Built by invisible hands that shake the sense of signs I know

One I, I show

One I, I know

Oh, I don’t know where

My body goes

Oh, I don’t know which I

I will show

A night of fitful dreaming

Drawn inside a cave of lights

A frame inside a frame inside

A body left to wander where

No path at all is a nature hard to bear

Born out of a pair of open hands intent to gather what

I love and what I let become itself

Take it to mean

More than it seems

I worry that I’ll miss out

I worry I’ll be misled

Toward a statement

Fit together too fast

Fit together too slight

For reply

We think the way we

We think away the soul

A night of fitful dreaming

Drawn inside a cave of lights

A frame inside a frame inside a frame of mind misled

And when the day comes

And I’m alone

I’m at a loss which I

I will show

Oh, I don’t know

Where my body goes

Oh, I don’t know which I

I will show

One I show, One I know