I climbed to the top of the persimmon tree
To look into the eyes of God
But all I could see was the Moon staring back
So I figured that He was a fraud

I wept and I and screamed late into the night
This surely must be a mistake
Do I wait till I’m met by the reaper’s hand?
No, that’d be much too late

“If I jump right off of this tree,” I said to the wind
“I know I will meet my demise”
“But I just can’t resist knowing my fate,
And the color of the watcher’s eyes”

I fell to the world like a shooting star
My impact would be so profound
What wonder, what magic, would I soon learn of?
As soon as my head hit the ground

I feel the air vanish as I met Earth’s embrace
Into arms of soil I lay
For my sleep and dreams will never compare
To the mystery I solved on this day

Darkness, darkness, is all I see
In every direction and more
Silence, Silence is all I hear
From within God’s bedroom door