Testo The Gleam Pt.3

I take everything I've already figured out
With me wherever I go
Mind like a moth-eaten blanket
Wind whistling through the holes
I wrap up in its wool every day
I walk, I drive, I say hi to the faces of the other parents
I will forget who they are but for now I know
When the nights fall a dark spring opens
I dive entirely in to the holes in my sleeping mind
I swim all night across a black ocean
Until day comes again

Standing beneath a sky of airplane noise
The sun on its wheel turning me old
Warms the back of my head
Death caress
I look across the gulf
I have seen the billowy black
These hereditary perforated minds dream off
And they don't come back
I'll climb through this torn wool mind hole in my knowing
To grandmother's house