Expunge, extoll, expose the known,
Atone for feelings false and prone,
Those naked bones we’ve all outgrown,
Inconsequence and breathing tomes.
Quicksand in the warped ideas,
Emotion swells, then disappears,
A bracket round these tender ears
So sensitive to silent fears.
Now facing dawn with drowning eyes,
Birds a’wing on fleeting time,
All of this and nothing hence
Becomes the borrowed heart from whence
A sound I found did manifest
In dreams I could not fight against,
All of this and nothing more,
Forever and forevermore.