go back to the beginning, and leave when scratches bloom on the marble floor go with a search light or a lamp without a shade, go with the sun... where the candy rainbow dissipates. dust off your manger and work in the night. let the morning dew part, you from the resting world. rest in the morn, lick warm honey in the shade up on the wet earth, earthworms crawling... pick up the pieces of your porcelain life. dust the shards off, let bare fingertips bleed and while the change floods the world, stay and piece the porcelain with the red of your soul.