I keep trying to see the face
Of mother mary full of grace
In an apple core
In a sticky bun
In a stretch of clouds
In the setting sun
But all that’s there is just the flesh and peel
Just the carmeled crust and the pink and teal of harvest dust
I keep trying to tell you how
I have always loved you like I love you now
But my tongue gets thick and my brain brain goes slack
And all these words come out bric-a-brac
And all that’s there is just the metaphor
It’s not the whole of you
It’s not the crux and core
It’s not the through and through
I keep trying to understand
How a dram of atoms makes the man
And the woman too
Is that the whole of us?
Just a clump of dirt?
Just a cloud of dust?
And that’s there is just some chemistry
The arithmetic of you and me
And the human heart is just a fine machine
Not a work of art filled with kerosene
Not a mystery of colossal scope
Not a duffel bag of fear and hope
Not a megaphone of love and hate
Not a talisman to keep us safe
Not a rattletrap always breaking down
Not a spiderweb
Not a shantytown
Not a creaking bridge
Not a tank brigade
Not an oracle
Not a masquerade
Just a thing that bangs and beats and pounds
And throbs and churns and wails and sounds
And maybe all we are is dust
Maybe that’s the whole of us
But maybe we are magic too
Impossible and completely true
Through and through
credits
from Trying,
track released April 7, 2023
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