i took my shirt off in the yard
no one saw that the skin on my shoulders was golden
now it's not 
my shirt's back on
i forgot my songs
the glow is gone
my gliding body stopped
i could not get through september without a battle
i faced death
i went in with my arms swinging
but i heard my own breath
and i have to face that i'm still living
i'm still flesh
i hold on to awful feelings
i'm not dead
there's no end
my face is red
my blood
flows harshly
my heart
beats loudly
my chest still draws breath
i hold it
i'm buoyant
there's no end