When mute tongues can speak   And relate their need   I make fun of skins laying in a dark room   In a piglet's eye   If the dream had wings   Then the nest of feathers could freeze without them      I never knew how to fear correctly   When we were seven we would hit directly   By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly   All was forgiven when you knelt to help me      See the boy of smiles   With the teardrop shape   Shuddering and crying with the wind knocked from him   And the kids just stare   Is this guy for real   Some mistakes are all too apparent      It's nothing personal--just a lousy memory   Dissected birds are my adopted family   I pool myself until I see anemones   All was forgiven when you knelt to help me      In a can of boys   Across a crowd of thorns   Everyone is laughing all expensive painful   Windbreaker is torn   Friendly tree has scars   Experience is necessary to be normal      I never knew how to fear correctly   When we were seven we would hit directly   By some misgiving that you dealt ineptly   All was forgiven when you knelt to help me      It's me...