WV 162
VINCY CHAN - 18½
The sky needs to split
The ocean needs to split
So does light need darkness, and drought moisture
A dire need for now
For more palm lines
For more arteries of blood
No need to know, but to know how
To need, to split
Ooh… kneeling down, experimenting
Ooh… calming down, guessing the numbers
One after another, droplets falling down
One after another, layers peeling off
Step by step, temperature going up
A dire need to split, more of myself
A dire need to split, more of myself
Coming soon, a better self
A better self
One more body, one more heart, one more face
No need to change, but to transform
How could it be? Why must it be? What else can it be?
No knife is needed, but a needle
To sew up all madness and desires
Ooh… kneeling down, experimenting
Ooh… calming down, guessing the numbers
One after another, droplets never-ending
One after another, layers never-ending
Step by step, temperature going up
A dire need to split, more of myself
A dire need to split, more of myself
Coming soon, a better self
From hot to cold, from cold to hot, compiling chapters of a bloody history
Who am I? Who is me? Singing poems created by me
No need for testing, but abolishing
Reconstructing all realities
Transformations are happening
A dire need to split, more of myself, a better self
A dire need to split, more of myself
Splitting…
