What but bells sound the universe
The toll of time unwrapping verse
The sentient smells of alit glory
The sun of man reveling Story
The card houses with clapboard feet
The candlelit favors indiscreet
The archangels, hair unfurled
The manors of war; the avenues curled

Lessons eyed blind the mind -
Shutter the daylight; leave the saints
Those freed from earth
Their voices faint
Adrift as the last boat
Sighing with the tides
Into the depths of midnight
We’ll glide, glide, glide