Morningtime - Pinegrove

What if I went down to the pinegrove & didn’t find anything?

What if I went past it, yet nothing in me sang?

Now I’m behind again because my bones won’t align that way

Some other time, in another life

Ever since «The Archangel

Michael Killing Satan»

I’ve been tryna capture

Both ends of the splinter:

The visible part between my fingernails

& the part still in my finger

Ever since I can remember

Since the day before they split

I’ve been tryna capture

Some realm I don’t know yet

You & I, we’re immiscible

I’ve known it since we laid in the thistles

& in the moments when I’m difficult

You silence me in my revolt

Ever since «I,»

Since the moments when the night limped by

& all of a sudden it was morningtime

Morningtime, morningtime