Why is it
that never and always...
(a hymn from the Book of the Crossroads)
Here I go...
When all the bubbles burst,
in far-off islands...
Oh,
my chest...
My brothers,
my sisters...
I live at point zero,
where no idols rise from belief...
There is no truth
entirely seen...
The beast did not see the lamb.
It saw only meat...
I have been kept a prisoner,
a prisoner of being alive...
Oh yes—
it’s always a good pitch that does it...
Have you really listened? Said the deaf girl to...
But she had never seen the blind man living out...
Step into the energy, watch out for the symbols
Both eyes close, and the third one opens...