Come, Muses, and sing through me
of the sunlit next world
come, sages, show me the path
to a calm harbor after pain

Who asks, and from what depths?
the owner, the architect,
the innermost core of being
or a blind fool in chains?
tell us what you can see
from a place above us all
from a trap inside your mind 
powerless to change
flying ever outward
no more free than a stone
cast from the heights

The more that I chase,
the harder I grasp,
the more I am empty
ah, like a forest clearing
open like a cup for the light
I've heard the wound
is the place where it enters
bright on the barren earth
too late for us

Scour the flesh
scrape the rot away
leave what's left
whether or not it can move
on its own

Was it power to call the wind,
or just coincidence
that you cried out aloud
when the storm was rising up?

Read some sign in the leaves
the arrangement of scattered bones
the cry of a witless bird 
the position of its broken corpse
tell me everything
I was blind before
I was blind to it all

The scar pulls at my skin
tearing, burning
the omnipresent flaw
a gaping void no more
salt sharp on the air
skin bare to the water
not a thing we've built
here deserves to last
no monument for men like us

I can see it shining overhead
even with my eyes gone
no matter what else you take

Come knit this scattered prayer
into a new order
maybe this time, this door,
this new branch in the road
will lead you somewhere
anywhere at all

I fall behind, until I'm gone
in a mist of white
I don't belong among you
and I can no longer see
in the distance