get here i can't take it

whiskey man is still away and the mind slips into kaleidoscopic forms, made unmade remade acrobatics of uncertainty clinging cross the mountains one cries out for the other anchor chains stretched taut by the rising flood of need hold to my heart hold to the shore we can't spin off and blow away now it's too soon too far for the horrors and fear to vice us bound to the cold dark depths before life in the flesh even starts to take hold we scream through winter our guts sheer raw it's the last nerve before our crystal flesh untouched splinters into cold hard rain kaleidoscope dissolved again into the dark