I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,and I became fierce like a lion,then tender like the evening star.
He said, ‘You’re not mad enough.
You don’t belong in this house.’I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enoughto stay with us!’I broke through another layerinto joyfulness.
He said, ‘Its not enough.’I died.
