My spirit sounds like a woman
body moves like a man
lost inside the balance
of where I'm going /
where I am
I am where I'm going /
I am...
only when we break persona
through the molecules of steam
I'm touching the walls
floor and ceiling of the sauna...
still pages falling out
think I need a new sketchbook
think I need a new hot look
the cold lick of my luck
strip away my home
my scalp and my dome
black sand be my throne
and it's all gone with the wind...
