We find relief in fire,
And everything rises in the darkness -
That reckless intensity
Pulling us darker and darker down.
That boneless white rush -
It's almost everything,
And we settle like dust -
Bells at midnight.
We drive until the land ends,
And walk into the water.
Burning bright
Beneath the firmament,
We are transformed -
There exists no language,
Solid in the earth,
To record our gospel.
Here are the skins of the gods,
And we are witnessing
The birth of stars.