Out over there and here is a maze,
a labyrinth. If you're steady and true
drenched in golden hymns...
sung by angels of death,
sung by angels of birth...
And though you can plunge that damned blade into your heart a thousand times over you cannot not die but live more fiercely. Trust. Faith. A beating pulse that shatters everything that cannot stand true against it.
Dear god, remind me to be tender and soft, the roots of my innocence restored and perfect, ready to offer all of myself to you.
Wink and laugh my love, Wink and laugh.