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