in the cold light of the morning i awoke inside of a dream there was ice around me ringing like a bell and just below my feet and breaking was a glacier in the sea not an end or a beginning but in between
and in that water was despair and words of sorrow were ascending through the clearest air there shone a strange, familiar light the deepest knowing in that song of fear and fire
then the ice below me melted to desalinate the sea and the cold, white winter sky turned radiant green as the song of One who lived as us descended upon me it spoke my truest name known only in that country
a bird emblazoned in fire descended upon me and sang aloud its song: 'it's in suffering that we see, and in our brokenness we're scattered as the seed'