As he wakes in ache
and sweat...

So we come in drifts
of cause...

My step of craft
and matter...

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...