Please take me
From sweet melancholic mornings
Take the luscious cool grass from under
Take from me the clouds of glory
The majesty of the mountains
The beautiful chaos of lights in the dark
Let my home disappear to nothingness

Give the boundless a name
And call her my friend
Let her come
Letter come and go
Because words crucify me

Take me where under my feet
There is nothing
Where the sky is nothing
Where I can see everything
But touch nothing
No thing touch me

Oh glory to the One who has the power to lay down his life.
Woe is me, chained by my body to the ground of things.