Tree of Life

The trunk of the tree turns

According to the wind

At the formative hour

Of growing

Each knot forms

Where the old arms die and fall

Fade to a swell

Bruised and bowing

All that we know grows

From the antler of a deer

Planted in dirt 'til it grew, til it grew

'Til it punctured the sky

At the top of the tree that has no top

You will find my heart

Inside an egg, begging, begging

To be mollified

Oh, stranger

Do not enter

I am searching

For my center

Carry away

Carry away

Your footsteps, your footsteps

Your footsteps, my tremors

No more lull of silence

I'm betrayed by my ear

Through the cracked shell I hear

Oh hell, the churn in the year

Turning my face from the noise

I collapsed into a point

Roaring and rent, bones and limbs bent

'Til I disappear

Oh, stranger

Do not enter

I am searching

For my center

Carry away

Carry away

Your footsteps, your footsteps

Your footsteps, my tremors

I cannot unfold this

Desire to be found

Swallow the egg, renege

My bargain with solitude

Out of the milk-white void

Uncurled and new

Yawning and yoked, saffron ropes

Soaked to the bone, to the shoe

Woodcarver

Lay your weapon

At my bower

Let it happen

Chisel away the

Petrified places

Chisel away, woodcarver

Woodcarver, woodcarver