And I am within the psalmic Miserere of humanity.
I cry longing for the fire – with pre-pacing melody.
I draw walls apart, toward the crosses standing on rainbows.
- Oh, stream down with boundless luminosity over the yawning whirlpools.
Bring Your Love closer to the times. May it push the darkness asunder:
in temples of spring liberations let there be no torment.