Recoiled night
Our idea
Of dear humanity
Has spoiled
Take the trash out

All of it.

Dreams fray
In a frayed leather seam

And I tell myself
I really know myself
I really know my land
I really know
What the self is

And
I'm left with no answer
Lord
Knows no response
For a question

That cannot
Be followed

By thee

How blessed' am I
Are we

God is nothing
But something to chase
To strive for

To make believe