New Wine, New Skins

If God wills this time tomorrow
 Bound for Boise via plane
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 Willful mispronunciation of my destination's name
 I'd like to write a sequel to
 "The state that I am in", sic
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 If God wills this time tomorrow
 In the early morning rain
 
 I'll unpack the boots I borrowed
 And turn back the way I came
 I'd like to write a sequel to
 "The state that I am in"
 And I'd like to call the song "New Wine, New Skins"
 
 "God's will" or "come what fortune gives"
 Or is this truly how you'd choose to live:
 Managing the narrative?
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 Come, unfastening android limbs in the moonlight through translucent skin
 Now we've both been there and back again
 To the state that I'm no longer in
 With carbon fiber lips whereby came thought reflex personified
 Now a scorpion in the sky, harmless as a butterfly
 You can pin and mount me likewise
 If you fail first, some warm, bright day
 I'll unperform at your unmarked grave
 And you can tell me what those eyes have seen
 But for now the Creek-don't-rise routine
 With churning engine, fix my head
 Up north in the Gold Fork riverbed
 From the misuse of intelligence and all I wish I'd said pours out
 New wine, new skins
 "God's will" or "come what fortune gives"
 
 Or is this truly how you'd choose to live?
 Or is this truly how you'd choose to live?