[Lyric] Grayscale (Ambien)

We move in shadow; we writhe in sunlight
In the cave of our mind we live at the mercy
Of thought and seizure—what do I think
And why do I think it? What do I take
And why do I take it? Easy enough
To walk down the street with an air
Of optimism, but the street itself
The operating table by which
The city removes limbs and lives
Flosses its teeth after a full meal
You cannot speak in any language
Rapt with your surroundings
You admire the way the greenness
Of the evening sky glows. Place me
Upon the altar. I am a saint. Take me
And burn me. Wilting flowers
Grayscale sunsets

Color found and bound to the eye
Try to peel it off—inside the pupil is all
The oil of the land; extract it, yank it like
A string, fibers from the cosmos unwound
Like a mind lost in itself. And the black thread
Becomes a knot, with you at the center
The central image of now. And inside
Today I am suffering. Have you buried
Your child yet? The child is waiting
There, free from soil, and you still
Stand here looking up at black
Rain clouds, begging them to sing
Hold the wilting flowers in your hands
Watch the grayscale sunset split the storm
And feel an endless kind of numbness tingle
Up your spine. You raised me, did you not?
And yet I lie here, quite easily enough