I Come Down - Joseph Arthur

I come down

And don’t know

Who I was

Or where I was

I come down

And the tattoos

Of distant avenues

Litter my skin

Like the junk of fallen thieves

I come down

And I have myself

Been crucified

Against myself

Once again

On my knees

Once again

On my knees

Once again

On my knees

Once again

On my knees

Once again

On my knees

I come down

I come down

I come down

And belief is a residue

Of everything seeming man made

And none too pure

I come down

A cadaver

Hanging there in thin air

Like so many forgotten sons

Or bugs who just float thru thin air

I come down

And don’t know

Who I was

Writing and saying things

That resemble

Just because

A madman

A saint

A trickster

A megalomaniac

A poet

And even

A human being

And even

A human being

On my knees

On my knees

On my knees

Once again

On my knees

On my knees

On my knees

Once again