Brian Purcell #5 After Bob Dylan

After Bob Dylan

There is a version of me that's screaming in the hall

as a darkness climbs my arm

from an exhaustible well

call it desire

I don't recall

but everything might be lost if I look out the window

I have to look in if I want to be found

by someone like you

and not make a sound

do you know what I'm saying

better than me?

I'll turn in this limousine

find my way to the sea

that's where desire is

some darkened pot

where the treasure remains

all that I've got 

reduced to a whisper

Do you feel me riding

away from your sister

in Amsterdam - you've seen the picture

that's where I'm not

removed by a whisper

I heard from your sister

she wanted me herself

to get to the center

where hell could be opened

and if she wants to climb in

why would I stop her?

This is her sin

she has decided –

To follow her in

to be so divided

the scent of her skin

this is my story

no words can climb in

To be bound for glory

an exhaustible well

that climbs up my arm

moving towards midnight

with an invisible banner

this is my story

only

to be