Blind man, come forth to the sound of light;
played through the strings of Never
that stripped the moon from our night.
Eons fall prey to decades as birds fly
into never ending chasms - abundant,
wrapped around one hand of time.
Fumble with staff in hand; tread the broken paths.
Humbled are they who stand; dread dries darkened hearts.
Steer clear of the noise from the mute son's nation
as they wave you their signs in lost translation.
Come forth, oh Human, take a resolute stride;
gain a lofty sight in this world full of lies.
