Hey mama,
We all bargain for a better thing.
Am I what you bargained for?
I have looked long at the lengths
That make breaks in change for
What's at stake,
But the needle falls the same when
The music plays,
And if I don't fit it'd be a shame to
Rearrange this symphony for the sake
Of easy listening.
What I'm saying, in this roundabout way,
Is are you sure what you're looking for
Is something close to what I am?

I have felt broad breaks in my being.
I have been split open wide, like deltas
Find opening to seas,
And I have turned over every stone I could fathom, trying to get at a meaning
For another, except my own,
Which I fear is lost now,
And maybe I don't care any longer.
Fingers remember names,
Dreams remember whatever they feel.
You are a window,
I see through it but the glimpse is clouded,
I don't know what I see,
But it doesn't scare me.