Bring me closer,
Closer than I've ever been.
Here is the mountain,
Here is the valley.
There is the sun and she is fertility.
There is the moon and he is wrath.

Let me remember the
songs of the old ones,
of jollity and sanity,
of truth and of vanity,
voiceless.

He split love,
And we kiss in the light,
And we think in the dark.

But then infinity arrives,
uninvited, drunk again,
slurring and mixing,
bringing back a shattered mess.

At the plateau we meet
and there not even math
can hurt us.