I was raised by hysterics the bed in my barracks afforded me views of the sky and so trained by the clouds neither troubled nor aloud I was calmed by their silence inside to let go casting about with nothing to show when it rains on the barracks the raindrops on barebacks of prisoners leaning through windows from clouds drifting free strewn and bound endlessly unbothered by which way the wind blows that go along casting about and nothing is wrong when the body the bones and the blood are all light and water that flows from day into night when the pool and the puncture are painless and bright i am here i am here in this life of hysterics behold simple lyrics my mind complicates and entraps but like knotted necklaces yanked when you're wreckless some golden links fall in my lap skies from which i cowered bring forth only showers that soften stuck in the heart now fingers drift outwards from fists into flowers that spring from the mud in the earth i'll let go casting about there's nothing to hold