This morning, when I get up, swallow me in silence. This morning in the darkness, long before the sun, swath me in silence. Let it be the silence before the first word was spoken, the silence of the womb. I wrote the silenceo f the tomb and then erased it. I erased the stream of consciousness that perhaps knew better than it new. This morning, at this moment there is none of that oldjumpiness, none of that edginess. Redeem me from madness. Take me to the very place of the beginning. There is so much to be done and so much that is broken. Right now I have the strength to fix it. There is so much nearly unredeemable. In this darkness i have the magic to redeem it all. Let me be your fool, because I cannot bear to be anybody else's.