Back into confusion, nag, nag, nag
And tear your eyelids back
Mindless blur and babies stir
As the world begins to crack

Crush, snuff and drag
Your soul
From its body bag

And God, and Is, and This
Blind flight
Are paved in cracks of light

And seeds that bleed, grow deep
You feed and dream and sleep
Those unaware into darkness stare
And it’s only fear that keeps them there

Crush, snuff and drag
Your soul
From its body bag

And God, and Is, and This
Blind flight
Are paved in cracks of light

© 6/8/1996
William Grant Preston

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