“Remade” June 12, 1984
Take a look at me with the bats in my backyard and the spider
webs on my wings, I am waiting. Behind these dark eyes
I am more than just surging, my spirit is gathering, I am
remade. Night cradles me as a newborn, lungs unused
to breath, eyes still shrouded against
the world that can only for a moment insinuate
the fantastic journey that is to come.