on my back,
down on a table.
and i hold the surgeon's knife.
one shadow shakes a sick vibration,
and one shadow seeks new light.

and every time we take a step
toward our final temptation,
it takes a step away.

i look into the mouth of the blue machine
that once carried me unaware.
my gleaming blade makes its entrance.
strange that i should feel it tear.

my hand shakes from pain
and the memory of you.
and there's someone else here
but i can't see who.

my vehicle, empty, dissected.
the surgeon takes a bow.
looking down from three feet higher
it shines so clearly now.

i cut a hole in myself,
split my heart into two,
sewed the wound
and expected to live it like you.

i see it all now.
it's so clear.
take me back down.

by the blood on this knife
by this heart in my hand
by this finger caressing my pineal gland
a new light is shone.
a new light can see.
a new shadow is cast in the new shape of me.