Ah! This past
where my refuge with you
was what it was,
where the purest dust on your threshold,
was what it was.
Hard as stones
Like two friends we were together.
Taken from your heart
I said that our bond
was what it was.
Unreasonable,
I couldn't do anything about it,
I couldn't imagine myself without it.
Madness
was what it was,
was what it was.
The empire of words
the distinction between good and evil
the steep descent from heaven to earth
desperate
towards incarceration
was what it was
the circumnavigation
the names that were given to things
the joy and pain of existing
the enigma of consensus
the emotional undertakings of the species
/>it was what it was,
everything was what it was.
What is yet to happen
the rise of the city of God
the emblem that makes us strong and safe
or crazy and desperate.
I shouted to you: I am missing,
missing.