Ceremony

the body has got to be worth saving

eyelids are shining with headache and perspiration

morning is finding good intentions under sleep's persuasion

the body has got to be...

our past lives were too heavy and too expensive

now we're paying together for our inventions

maybe there's a ceremony

written down inside the body

where maybe no one ever sees

you begin like a lion and you end like a lamb

molars are grinding inspiration down to nothing

where are the instructions

on how to keep it going?

the body...

a patient motor in secret is whirring

binding together what was broken

with the heart's string

to have without keeping

to sigh without boredom

to know without thinking

and to love without ever knowing

maybe there's a ceremony

written down inside the body

where maybe no one ever sees