All my rights
That might have been better left
Will come slithering along
Behind me
Wherever I go
But fain would I not be encumbered
And by death become the destroyer
Of the sullen and indulgent
Shroud over my thoughts

Would that I could sink my roots
And call out to Deep,
My eyes, focused and unchanging,
While darkness coils around my feet

If I could but hear
The music of the heart
That might be produced in me
Within those precious moments

Father in heaven,
If I could know even only 
That sound