Levi The Poet - As Far as the East is from The West (Navel to The) lyrics

I can't remember when you
Became a hypothetical
I still talk to the sky and
The black backs of my eyelids
But, it's been some time since Your
Son transitioned from person to proposition
I keep conjuring His name up
Over my wife at night, like a seance
The Ghost still calms her nerves
So I keep praying while I
Wonder what I'll say when
I run out of hat tricks and smoke bombs
I keep disappearing behind the distractions
We both know how well I procrastinate
So the night that I
Finally began to fear whether or
Not I'd lost my faith
I thought it was too late
I wrote down the confession like
A hook for a song:
"When I stopped believing in God, I blamed


It on Him and thought, 'well
If this is what You want'"

G-G-G-God won't leave me alone
God won't leave me alone god won't leave
Me alone god won't leave me alone

Heavenly Father
When the fathers tried to exorcise
The demons from my
Father, they simply spoke back and
Begged for their medication
And I finally believed in the gift of tongues
I heard him speak out in
One legion of them while
The comfortable line between oppression
And possession collapsed as
Disconcerting as Your scribbles in the
Sand to a man who is still cutting his
Teeth on forgiveness
Unable to let go of the
Stones making their way
Through the backs of his hands for all of
The stubbornness in his grip and the way that
Even his fists fold back in upon themselves
I can't touch my toes to the mirage
If the ground is a foundation
It is one evasive facade
I got lost, and the only way that I could
Talk to God was through
Profanity and absolutely nothing
And maybe that's what He was
Going for all along we're tired of floating
Tired of constantly examining motive
Tired of ascribing it
Tired of acting like we know it's exhausting
What if we don't?
Tired of equating confirmation
With affirmation applause is a poor God

It's dark inside of my stomach, bent
Shoving my head out the lower half
Of my back and collapsing
Beneath the weight of what it
All looks like from here i heard the fear
Heard the fear heard the fear
Know what fear and trembling looks like
We're working it out
Isn't that a part of the process?
It's no joke
Sometimes the bride slips out the back
But sometimes the spirit flees
Sometimes it's dissension
And sometimes it's prophecy
Sometimes it's good, old-fashioned adultery
But if conquest
Is franchised as love for long enough
Then the latter becomes the trigger
For your panic attack
I don't know how to get
The childlikeness back and
If salvation is contingent on
A faith like that where are the waterfalls?
Where's the boy down to
Backflip into the river?
Maybe the current shifted
Maybe the colour's different
But I have not forgotten your
Voice, and the only thing it speaks is love
And I recognize that because that word
Never comes to me from me

G-G-G-God won't leave me alone
God won't leave me alone

For every conclusion posited as a question
Resurrection
Haunts like a shadow I can't escape
Looming in what I could have sworn was
Warmth melting ice before whatever it became
I was a son
I was a son, you told me that once
But, it's amazing how petrified portions
Of the heart start to
See fingers like claws and water
Like poison and grace
Like the opposite flowing indifferent
Through your lukewarm bloodstream
Cooling and clotting and cutting
Branches from the tree
(Branches from a tree) am I losing you?
Have you lost me? Is there such a thing?
Heavenly Father
I have no interest in selling
Doves for the market flip the tables
Braid the rope taper the whip
Let me speak are we salesmen or sons?
Are our positions contingent on
Commissions and brand loyalty?
I mistook kingdom for empire
Salvation for rapture grace for escape
Mission for capture
I mistook mercy for license
Family for uniform gift for owed
Cross for sword heavenly Father, it's all a
Shot across the bow, and I'm aware
That it's not fair to throw
The whole body out
But can we scuff up the navel?
Cut eyes with thrones umbilical as control as
Though we forced ourselves from the womb?
Keep pushing me down keep forgiving
New life is death
And they call it that for a reason
The birth canal is filthy and beautiful
You'll get out
I've never had more faith in that than now

I know you don't recognize your reflection
I know you'd have hated who you've become
And i know you hate who you were
So there's no use in being
Anywhere other than present
I know that it's torture
I know that you make it through
I know that you don't believe it
I know that you don't have to i will
We will i know that there are cancer and
Death and indifference acting out
On the stage and playwrights monetizing
God from the machine
I know I made a crane of my own i'm sorry
I poured the concrete and deemed it
Determined from eternity past as if
That were justification enough for how
Harsh my love had become
There is a word for those who call evil good
For what it's worth
I've got a verse for that
I don't know what to
Do with the inconsistencies
Beyond an apology acknowledging
That cruciform certitude
Is easily abused and there's no better shape
For us to use as a sceptre
But a specter of truth like a phantom
Limb still itches in my memories like
A flash in a photo booth that
Leaves light afloat in it's wake
I don't know what to say say it
"I don't know what to say" say it
"I've got nothing to say and
No direction to give, " and my friend said
"That's perfect "Tell it exactly how it is"
I don't know what to say say it

But, I still hear echoes that
Can only exist in
Empty place and whether they
Are hearts or tombs
If the Ghost that I all but gave up
To his grave can leave it behind
Well, I am shaped exactly
Like the vacancy signs
Advertising spaces that still need residence
I thought that God could only
Exist in sonnets and villanelles
But you should see their freeform
I hope that my Jesus is bigger
Than all of my heresy, but before you agree
I hope that yours is, too
Maybe you and I could talk before
We write one another off?
Maybe we could both be quiet
Maybe we could decrease
Or maybe we could rally our
Likeminded and fight it
Maybe we could broadcast our dissent
Maybe it will hurt maybe it will heal
Maybe it with mar, but maybe it will mend
Maybe I don't have every answer I thought
I did, but, God damn them, i still have you