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

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

A rising man
gives his legs...

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

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

As he wakes in ache
and sweat...

Emphasis still and solid,
leaves the structure...

So we come in drifts
of cause...

Bring us here
to listen...

Have we the religion,
a deed...

These new born beliefs,
have a twin...

My step of craft
and matter...