dreamed i was
in the basement
and the ceiling
came crumbling down
dreamed I finally found
dreamed I finally found
him from whom's rib
I was carved from
the meaning of perfection
(only to me) I long
to find that being
to find a way of being
to find a way of being
that estranged part of me
stranger still, that these dreams
revive my slumbering soul
yet when I awake
same old, same old, same old
still- the smiles they withhold
and impart, say everything
like the trembling already half-way there
man who took a seat,
he took three
yes small kindnesses
they exist out there on the streets
small kindnesses
will they keep, will they keep, will they keep
us from the fire?
