The hurricane that blew last night worked wonders

The house is torn, the line is cut; now we see with real eyes

And talk with words that matter and I am not your shelter

As the wind ripped everything I finally felt my lungs expanding



Walk away from the before and into now

Walk away out of the old skin when the old skin's drowned beneath the clouds

Walk away when all the world has blown apart

Walk away into the wet grass when the end is making new the start



Are you the same after the rain? Are you stripped too?

Or is your air overcome by the thought of breathing and perceiving?

Is there a way to make a storm from nothing?

We'd break apart the gallery and with the sky all drained you'd stare for miles



I'm lying out in the rain

I wait for the hurricane

To wash over me ecstatic and free

To help me to see what I have chosen