Shades rise up to the eyes
Sorrow is renewed; and then the pain, and then the pain
Shaping wavering forms and by godly hour
Approach they who have slipped from me and lost.
I spend my time among The Dead
With brightest longings plagued by doubt and wondering
Darkened hole in the center of Thought
I embrace the shining sound
Shape and Time, you instruct me
I fall, I rise,
I blur into the body of Earth
I sow my flesh
All through the wilderness
I am still becoming
I am still becoming
Whats gone becomes reality
Whats gone becomes me
