And now,
I'd like to know
the weight of something
carried
far beyond
the depths
of what we only
shortly see.
The huge immensity
of silence
in a world so loud
our ears
refuse to ring.
Oh, God,
what say you?
Oh, mercy,
left unseen.
The truth
of what delays you
the agony
of greed.
I don't recall
the currents
a swift
and mornful
song.
But, not lost
to me
was worry
they've been
tiding
all along.
