You have led us to this place.
        There is no rest now, no slumber for man
        while the chirp of night leaks down on him.

        You entered under shadows,
        the dark of darkness weaving into apparitions.

        We may see a section of it,
        The sun wandering across us.

        I recall the dis-ease tightening the soul,
        bent to fit into hours of insignificance.

        When will you arrive home?
        Will your guests
        be staying long
        or will they step over graves like good soldiers
        when we’re sunken, our ******* eaten?

        Clear-cut skies climb inside our judgment
        and the likeness cuddles up with a dreadful worship.

        Keep leading us on our way, only curb your rage
        to a simmer, feast instead on love.