Breaks song and flees here
its weeping I hear from winds made into words
Churches, temples I built for it
Betrayed, suffered, shielded myself with lies
Did I really love, or just as in songs
making strength and will do for sensitivity
Silence did I take for speech
All I heard, even always things unsaid
Sought for direction directionless
Built a sand-castle on beaches of infinity
Where evil was buried
There bury me also
Don't go - now that it feels
worse - even worse than dying
in a nightmare - where there are no
good things - no good done to anyone
Now the skies shine of fire
water as bronze sloshes over deeps
air's smell anticipates autumn
the flight of swallows reminds me of winter
Behind the pneuma of life
is endless fear, that which drives the songster
Where evil was buried
There bury me also