Genesis - Cuckoo Cocoon
Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. he is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. the only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering
T. he guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb, or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.
Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess I’m losing touch.
Don’t tell me this is dying, ’cos I ain’t changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
There’s nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I’ve known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I’m alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this can’t be real
But I feel good.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if I’m a prisoner locked in some brooklyn jail
- or some sort of jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - I’m still rael and I’m stuck in some kind of cave.
What could’ve saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.