The Magnet

From my bed of leaves
 I am a wretched pilgrim
 baring the mark no one can see
 Waiting for sleep,
 I see chapters from my youth
 The Old Lampmaker said only the half moon reveals
 Where the Liquid Light brings me back
 A tangled web of roots and water
 Were her words that ran cold and deep
 And yet I can't shake the flame of her lamp oil eyes
 A long centipede is making its way up my arm
 As the smell of leaves brings me back
 What a coincidence
 I've seen one every day since I left
 But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
 What a coincidence
 I've seen one every day since I left
 But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home
 From my bed of leaves
 I am a blessed pilgrim baring the mark
 No one can see
 Something miraculous
 I've seen one every day since I left
 Something miraculous
 I've seen one every day since I left
 But The Magnet inside beckons me to come home