The world that we escape to…
  a thunder strike to come

That inner passing night train
  the past and future run

An image once to blind you
  now guiding through the maze

Temptation and redemption
  twin catalysts betrayed

One vision chosen blindly
  new insight falls like rain

As darkness drains the cosmos
  reflection dyed and stained

But memory comes as Savior
  stigmata left behind

Whose wound is now a fountain
—where flows the deeper mind

(Plane Back From Dallas: June, 2018)