now quarter the man I was yesterday
however should I follow?
this path before me bears no light
the earth under me hears no name
Quiet calls me to its feet
I lay down before its bones
Ice runs circles around me
it dances and beckons me to join
but Quiet is stepping on my head
I cannot get up
I am gone
Gone.

and the wine was good
fear was afraid
death was dead
life ran away
the moon and sun and stars
all shined their blessing
upon the dome
and this is how we
t h r i v e