Borrowed Dust

I found my face in a spoon of rain Small as a coin, twice as strange The crack In the bowl held a whole sky wrong I drank that wrongness and called it song Maybe the wound is a door that works Maybe The lost thing is what returns Borrowed Dust We come in Loud Then we go to rust Borrowed dust Borrowed dust Name it, lose it Still it sticks to us The apple I bit had a worm in law Still sweet enough to teach me awe I met My name in a stranger’s mouth Came back less Polished, came back south Maybe the Map is a folded scar Maybe the far is where we are Borrowed Dust Borrowed Dust We come in loud Then we go To rust Borrowed dust Borrowed dust Name it, lose it Still it sticks to us And moth in the lamp is not asking why It turns its whole body into the try So I do too So I do too Hands full Of falling, eyes full of blue Borrowed Dust Borrowed dust We come in loud Then go to rust Borrowed dust Borrowed dust Name It, lose it Still it sticks to us Borrowed dust Borrowed dust Even the end Keeps calling us