Do you remember that greater sound
on sacred ground?
I do.

we danced through the fires
made peace with the spirits
dreamt with the eagle and
became a part of the totem.

I hear them
chanting
through the nights
until the mourning
ceases,

When you’re glowing,
it means you’re growing.

The sky may not fall
But I watch it drop lower and lower
I think about horns
I think of the bull
His flesh rippling on the size of his muscles
Yellow eyed
Fire
the earthquake I can feel
Incoming
The trumpets blow
When I think about horns
I think of Gabriel
How many have set foot inside his vision
Merciful
Fair
The heavens I can feel
Incoming
He has you in his sight
Glaring you down with menace
The bull stomps the ground
The earthquakes
Angrily
Mean
The bull lowers his head
Incoming
When I think about horns
The sound of ten thousand trumpets
As the sky opens up
And light floods in
We've always talked about ascension
And we begin
Salvation

Peace

But only after the war
I think about horns
The sky may not fall
But i watch it get lower

While I discreetly
Wandered around
Looking for nobody
You quietly found me
And made me
Your somebody

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.