Something of fire within me
Yearns to burn through
The years of crumpled papers
Of broken timbers
Of half-built staircases
That make me up

And then let rise
From the ashes
Something unshaped
By flammable things

Bring me your ghosts
Bring me your shadows
Bring me what frightens and haunts
And tell me a tale
Here beside the fire
That we might see specters in the flames

I wash my hands
I rinse my eyes
I trim my hair
I sleep away the day
Yet that which I touched
That which I saw
That which polluted all my being
Remains

Words fail me
When I stand in awe
Of the universe
Of the sun
Of the earth
Words fail me
When I stand in awe
Of our folly
Of our sins
Of the wretched wages of mankind’s actions

High my spirit rises
At the coming dawn
That approaches sooner
With each passing night

Race me to the edge of the world
Where there is wonder
And mystery
And a new horizon
None have seen

Take my eyes, but not the sunset
Take my ears, but not the birds
Take my hands, but not the grasses
Take me all, but not the world

I find myself in fragments
An arm here, a mind there
An ear to the wind
A heart on the horizon
So that I am spread over all the earth
Waiting for I know not what