Drift in silence,
dressed in darkness,
I have found,
the place where my screams,
exist no more,
where my weary eyes,
can’t see the sense,
the sense of incarnation,
why?
Slow,
fall,
slow,
smell,
fall,
feelings,
fall,
slows,
fall,
fall,
fall.
There,
there’s no need,
for consolation,
there’s no need for you,
children of Jesus,
there’s no need for you.