you take me there, let it be
the sex, let it be the mess
that human hearts make
distress signals,
hear the wailing
tsunami sirens for the tears
let it be the harboring years
and holes bored into emotion
into constitution,
giving birth to invertabrae
dissolving in the heavy solution
let it be the screwed resolution
courage to the sticking place...
that's why I've been there,
drank from the pools of hell,
eaten of the gods' ambrosia
and loved you,
and slept by you,
and closed up holes ripped by you
you are how I've let it be,
Because love and hate
cannot be reconciled
not on the shores of any land
or within any fibers inside of me
through it all, the head held strong,
fists that turn into back rubs,
the convergence of hate and love,
to the death,
let it go
let it be
set it free

Mama went to NY and left me in the woods.
But we're both going to an island
so now I'm happy cos it's all good.