Baby Blue

I woke in a sweat from a desirous fever
In the pocket of yesteryear
Where faults have fallen to some
I begged not to carry the corpse
To not be the queer fish in unforgiving hearts
To not be buried in native clay and preserved for cynicism
I wish to be the pauper of kind eyes
To feel the gravel beneath my knees
To wake in a home
Oh, to feel the gravel beneath my knees
God had sent me into space from I could not escape
God had sent my calamity into a deep space
From which not even in dreams, could
Could I
Ever Imagine my escape