Where the Sky Meets the Ivy (song)

This is how it looks in the snake of the breakdown
Lemon-drop sunrise stuck onstage at takedown
I dreamed quiet and was shoved into awake loud
Did a special scream of stress to spread this ink and sink my pained mouth
Back into the craft having watched the way the waste wound
Up my wrist, under skin, and twisted with my struggling lips;
it held me like a puppet: slipped one hand in front to juggle with,
the other swiftly huddled in with subtle hints its muddled grip.
My mind's outside this din of skin which simply wouldn't write
I've raised my lazy hazel eyes to painful sights that stained the light;
regained an able stride; forgot what solace was but not for long
'cause any time I rhyme about the sights and chime a robin-song
Alive is all I feel and all the fallen angels leave me be
and decibels pour out my mouth from rooftops while the city sleeps -
I see the streets heaving as it breathes and breezes teethe the trees;
I think, blink, see I'm free, and sing to bring it easy dreams.

I fled outside to where the sky meets the ivy
with a blind hive of wasps tossing knives close behind me.
If I find that I am lost, yank my eyelids up and chide me:
butterflies glide where the sky meets the ivy.