So we come in drifts
of cause...

My step of craft
and matter...

Menacing thoughts invade this good
I thought I was cured...

Emphasis still and solid,
leaves the structure...

We stand on the soil
of moral growth...

Bring us here
to listen...

Have we the religion,
a deed...

I think time took a break
and I'm awake...

A child is born, takes a breath,
a heart beats a rhythm...

A rising man
gives his legs...

These new born beliefs,
have a twin...

Today, the hours will watch
the minutes play tic...