Pulsating prophets dressed in sound
Shapen landscapes, liven ground
Death talks a voice so hoarse
Listen to his homily
Yet so honest how so dark
Souls in liability
A hushing touch a frozen scream
Then heavens vicious waters stream
Mother thunders birth of bolt
A tacit will, descending cold
Beyond bogs and groves and seas
Amidst all these consecrated trees
Embarassed in bareness
Implanted in caress
Here I surrender
Here I ease
You will find me in the light
Come find me when the lightning strikes
I want
So let me
Shine