We wield the sword
march into the new land
only to find it a repeat
of the trauma
the deep disappointment of replay
Sound upon sound
Light upon light
The same face
The same beauty
The same need
No need for scrutiny
Only to find
that the shedding of the skin
The beginning of ascension
I can’t stand you
I hate myself more
I can’t stand you
I hate myself more
But you see
together we can go up
(expanding)
to the dance of the creator
The one last step
The final thrust upward
and never looking back
Forgiven, it never happened
It never appeared
It never saved
but the end saved
at the last possible second
The last possible possibility
That you are me
and I am a star
I can’t stand you
I hate myself more
I can’t stand you
I hate myself more
But you see
together we can go up
(expanding)
to the dance of the creator
and burning brightly forever
needing to be finite
to talk to you again
even if it didn’t go so well
I can’t stand you
I hate myself more
I can’t stand you
I hate myself more
That you are me
and I am a star
and burning brightly forever
needing to be finite
