The Slew

I was a man, who's name, has escaped me

Caught in the grip, of a death, I'm erasing

And as I flew, I could see, all my failings

One step removed, from the slew, I am fading out

Fading

Swooning the slew, endless dream, of new being

Formed on the wind, the first breath, of born babies

Almost could see, came to be, how you made me

Thrust from her womb, un-cocooned, I came pouring out

Pouring out

Pouring out

Pouring out

Pouring

Deep in my bones, through my soul, ruminating

Now I foresee, it's but a dream, my own making

Calls from the slew, déjà vs, recollecting

This will repeat, c'est la vie, spiral round

And then?

And then?

The slew is calling you

The slew

The slew is calling you

The slew

The slew is calling you

The slew

The slew is calling you

The slew

I was a man, who's name, has escaped me

Caught in the grip, of a death, I'm erasing

And as I flew, I could see, all my failings

One step removed, from the slew, I am fading out

And out

The slew is calling you

The slew

The slew is calling you

The slew