oh god
night is clear to read the paper
the star-map of the soul
everyone is speaking of
whispers
of the down and of the dawn
the bird of prayer travels time
travels space and flies through minds
they are murmuring your name
chalices and chalices
they have drunk your blood in vain
fire-dangled in the wind
our worries and our sins
our monstrous appearance
before the court
before the clearance
i could have lost everyone
but not you
oh god
not you