It’s time to find a clearing
To wrestle in the dark
The maze among the lights
See the nodes that emerge in the face
If we don’t know what we’re speaking
And we are not who we’ve been
There’s a chance we’re only waking
From a dream of the god in our breast
How will we be in that waking?
How will we be in the womb?
We may all begin aquatic
But we leave only dust from our bones