[Wavering Radiant '2009] - Threshold of Transformation
I’ve arrived King of lucid dreams
They call me a building Lungs Caved in and he cried
The act unknown Actor in sleep Here I am turned then here I see The circle in bones made in haste
He waits to anoint the faithful
In all things left unturned Fear all too new Rising fate beside me Will he wait for the quiet fire To be known and realized Embodied by a boy His voice small and weak Wisp of smoke to be chosen
Upon their heads he places crowns to witness entire towns
The boy blesses whispers into words in the painted valleys they await rain