I look into my misty minds
amid the wafting vapors
ghosts and shadows
flit among the chimes
the bells that sing of well formed things
are joined with indelible dark gongs
the thrums of unresolved pains
the scarring beat of ingrained sins

To them, we're just peasants of the blackness//
A nothing to matter to anything//
But everything matters to me//
The moon, the sun, the stars//
The atmosphere that hunks a different race//
The residents of the great sky//
We laid our heads on the stones that night//
Stones holding gravity, energy that wouldn't let go//
No matter how many times you break it's heart//
The background of the universe//
The garden of the universe//