oh Lord I shall not whisper of the sights you've showed me

your humble servant bides - his time

carried by the winds of death to face my maker

I know now that haven - is mine



I walk the soiled path

moon above me cut in half

shake the mountains, stir the sea

I - have come-to-let-you-see



dawn to dusk

suffocating - naked, but for rust

blind - of all lies

saltrubbed eyes



I draw and burn the circle in the sand at midnight

evoking friends not known - to man



born-by-none

outcast of

dirt-and-death

leaving you

soul-stained-black

painting my face

a deity grace



saltrubbed eyes

losing my

soul-and-sight

howl at

false prophecies

drenching the land

drunk by the sand



holy God of grace and lies

I never walked the path

saltrubbed eyes from blasphemy

and yet I'm still alive



oh Lord I barely see the sights of joy you show me

but - your humble servant bides - his time

I long once more to see the burning portal

all covers up with pearls - so white.