Exactly what is left when everything’s gone? / The pen? The glory? / Half the animals, the other half trees / In the depths and above / The raven, the claw / I’ve spent my whole memory / Remembering it all
Exactly what can be said when everything’s dead / Shadowy echoes / Silvery seams / The shivers of reckoning / Bleeding out teams / Former masters retreating / Our minds down a stream.
Take now the misery / All of the screams / Exactly what were you doing / With Creation’s requiem? / Racing false dummies? / Tracing a scheme? / Or tearing a tear drop from the palm of a dream?
Bright comes the morning / The dawning alive / Proceedings of happening / Existing right now / Exactly what’s left not burning on fire / To be shared; bared for all? / A tranquil healing mystic respire