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 Im losing touch. Dont tell me this is dying, cos I aint 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?
Theres nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that Ive known. With no sign of life at all, I guess that Im alone, And I feel so secure that I know this cant be real But I feel good. Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if Im a prisoner locked in some brooklyn jail - or some sort of jonah shut up inside the whale. No - Im still rael and Im stuck in some kind of cave. What couldve saved me? Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.