Man your lungs, my friend, for here it comes:
The Big Swell.
You don’t breathe, I don’t breathe,
Yet we’re breathing too fast.
My pulse is racing ahead,
Whose body am I inhabiting?
I am besides myself with fear,
With fear that I’m still trapped inside my skin
My skin is pushing,
I’m being re-born and I father myself,
I have no mother and this biological impossibility gnaws at me.
Reason returns, and with it, a name-tag, to hide the fear.
The fear that in the Beginning there was nothing
And then, conveniently, came the Word.
Let’s hide together?