i am the highway - audioslave (with lyrics)

wardrobes

field of dark coats abandoned
- winter now, and the warmth that made them useless
has long left us. held in place against the wind
by stumps and bramble, one frees an arm,
weakly waves -- channeling the breeze channeling
a lover. old or future?
I can’t see …

dip into my darker dreams.
my footfall follows no lead.
in a nightmare lonely,
a nightmare blind,
i hunt the false horizon
for a gap without lines.

at loss for other resource, i take
deep breath - one - and hold
at that place
just before release, where
breathe waits
to decide.

every link in this chain is heavy, but
weak. still, so convincing. it would fall
like loose change at my feet, if i could just
quit believing.

no fog on the mirror obscures my face
when breath’s held.
just hold. not a sound,
hold and listen - it is there. i await
its decision.

one finger for commitment, one to accuse,
and the one in between
all pointed at me - traced back to the same hand,
woven up like a vine, shaping
denial’s ridiculous heights.
an affirmative smile or adamant glower -
a top lip given place by the bottom
turned up, drawn flat, pulled open.

deep ache, i cannot touch or name -
it’s mine ,but it’s origin came long before me -
not of my body but part of my story.
i don’t recognize my self in this grief.
this is not amnesia, nothing’s been forgotten.
what good’s a jury of my peers if
the jury is the thief?
i’m most judgmental of judgment.

still. my heart judges … nothing.
vulnerable, but immune
to misunderstanding. it grows
large, but silent. held breath,
shed garment and somewhere, sans overcoat,
feels him exposed. he is there.
i would free him in one breath
from the cold.