New Wine, New Skins

If God wills this time tomorrow Bound for Boise via plane Willful mispronunciation of my destination's name I'd like to write a sequel to "The state that I am in", sic If God wills this time tomorrow In the early morning rain I'll unpack the boots I borrowed And turn back the way I came I'd like to write a sequel to "The state that I am in" And I'd like to call the song "New Wine, New Skins" "God's will" or "come what fortune gives" Or is this truly how you'd choose to live: Managing the narrative? Come, unfastening android limbs in the moonlight through translucent skin Now we've both been there and back again To the state that I'm no longer in With carbon fiber lips whereby came thought reflex personified Now a scorpion in the sky, harmless as a butterfly You can pin and mount me likewise If you fail first, some warm, bright day I'll unperform at your unmarked grave And you can tell me what those eyes have seen But for now the Creek-don't-rise routine With churning engine, fix my head Up north in the Gold Fork riverbed From the misuse of intelligence and all I wish I'd said pours out New wine, new skins "God's will" or "come what fortune gives" Or is this truly how you'd choose to live? Or is this truly how you'd choose to live?