On the wings of illusion
We fly with two feet on the ground
Disturbing harmony
Traverse erratic paths down
Life is an omission
Exile is the way home
We see through the glass darkly
It eclipses our halos
The constant cravings
The endless urgency
The dissonant clash
The tragic emergencies
Competing with noise and
The hungry heart’s gorge
The rattle of death and
The raw body forged
Longing more to be liked
Than to love and be near it
We can’t see God because
God is a spirit