Rites of Spring

I believed memory might mirror no reflections on me, I believed that in forgetting I might set myself free. But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat, And then I choked. I bled I tried to hide the heart from the head. And I

I'm going down, going down, deeper than inside --the world is my fuse-- And once inside gonna tear till there's nothing left to find And you wonder just how close close-up can be? Can't you see? Can't you see? I had a dream all my thoughts turned to