They said, "just leave it up to us.
What good is a god that you can't trust?"
I am all that you have seen,
I am not the only one here.
They'll fill the vents with ragged cloth
And bolt shut the trap door to the loft.
Kept safe from what we cannot know,
kept cold, and stable, and as still as stone.
Had you ever really tried?
And I strayed into a vile thought
The second I was forced awake
Out of a reeling frame of soaking smoke
That I grew into.
And we staved off every breath
And burning bush and holy ghost,
Then we measured him
And measured you
And measured every damn thing in the room.
That's when we really saw ourselves,
A collection of proportions
And irrational anxieties.
But that won't ever really do,
We cannot stay unsolved
And we will work ourselves to death
Or perfect squares.