Testo Cocoon - Code

Cocoon

In a cask where I am constant
Hidden article of hurt
Like a hapless plane descending
Like a flower without dirt
What will I be If you return me If the parched heart
Stutters to motion
Will your new tongue
Clap in my head like a bell
A clamour of secrets
Under gauze and under the rapids
Under covers sick with attention
Slowly sinking far
From the setting sun
And for no one
Changeling -- I am caught in a blur
In only your view
My bleakest transition
Powerful sleep
What a powerful sleep
This must be Come to me oh come to me
I feel you only
As something remembered
Distant and ended and
Pulled in my path through a fog
And
What would I be If you return to me Freed of pigment
Free of sensation
Will you leave me Dreams of the cold cocoon
Under skin and under construction
Will I work with my hands
With a wonder
Never certain
That you have left at all
But what does it matter
If I am distorted here
I have you to compose me I have you to replace my fear