Please plug a sky into my brain.

Let the heaven slip under my skull.

Fold an endless range,

In my mind that waits for something more.

Tie the sunset,

And rope the waves crashing on the shore,

Stuff them into my soul and make the beauty of the world fit into my storm.

Morrow, Morrow, Marrow, Moral.

Meat and bone,

Street and Stone,

Turmoil, the mortar of man,

Building altars to Gods we cannot stand.