Songs of the Crystalline Believer
Echoed through night and day
And in you, my aged perceiver
As an act in the gossamer play

Fraught no end as a terrible thing
Writhing as a riot on the lost
Sought in each friend as the temporal sing
Wordless as fire or frost

Shining through me, by oil and fog
As all I can be, by each way and word
For wholly I see, beyond all we forgot
From the stars to the trees, the laughter is heard