I once was wooden and bare   a thin column holding up miles of air   you draped your sister in silk   and blamed me for your splitting head    back when I was the wind   rapidly shifting directions   and you were the tree tops that rest   calling out names of the angels   and losing your voice      I am a clashing of thought   the pull of the earth on your feet in the swamp   left hand of Heaven let me be   bring the trouble out of this house where I sleep   away from the beasts   always complaining about me   well that breaks my neck every night   and rapidly dulls my reflection   it's all that I need