The shadows shutter, a glowing fracture marks their fabric
With flickering arms, She reaches against this crushing dark
But how long have I spent here, in the black
That my eyes can scarcely discern the undark
Down here, where cold is king
The pressure held my eyes closed
'Til sight was only myth
But Her song, so luminous
Still rings in my ears
Oh, how long have I spent here, in the silence
That my ears can scarcely hear the melody She sings
Her brilliance lost in broken synapse
Where shadow feeds on fear and fault
But can She break through the miles
Of death and gloom that keep me here?
Where cold and empty things
Take their fill of me
That grow and grow, as I
Continue forever in my subtraction