you come to the gate - you come to the window - for the first time, it's making sense - in Rome, doing as the Romans do - birds on the rooftops - thoughts in the attic of your mind - watching the sun rise for the first time - windows without glass - wide open doorways to the outside - stone pillars and oceans - everything is old - cracks in paint - cracks in stone - cracks in the facade of everything that has happened to this point - stretching reality as far as it will go - when it snaps back in place it looks like a painting - you stop and stare

every little piece of my soul