A Piece of the Sky

Through a door in the air, on a crumbling stair
 In a clear and rushing vein, in a tunnel full of rain
 In a piece of yellow light, on the skin of my eye
 Are you there?
 In the wind in my lung, in methane and in love
 In petroleum plumes, there's a floating slice of moon
 In your tooth and your claw, and your unforgiving jaws
 Are you there?
 In a burning white ship, in the taste of her lips
 In the blood of the swans as the sun fucks the dawn
 In the mud of the lake, in the drunk and the dazed
 Are you there?
 In the now that is not, on a ladder to God
 On a mountain stripped bare, with your hand in my hair
 Behind the face of the sky, on a disappearing line
 Are you there?
 In the then that was now, in the now that is not
 In our names we forgot, in a thought we just lost
 We become what we choose, we are stumbling fools
 Who are not there
 There's some tangled dirty twine in some idiot's clouded mind
 There's some wires that won't unwind around the ankles of the blind
 There's some walls lined with soft lead, and in that room is your bed
 Is that really you?
 Are you in there?
 On the moon?
 In the air?
 In my hand?
 Thrown in a fire?