II
Brendon Randall-Myers
Matter to flesh, matter to flesh
Annexed, possessed, and taken away
An hour convulsed, quickened by life
Echoing in the cold clockwork of starlight
Time is a flow, time is a flow
Eddies and whorls swirling free
Transient canyons in eternity’s frozen sea
Guiding you forth into tomorrow
Fated to range the fluid terrain
O sightless guide, you grope the horizon
Seeking some lodestar in vain
Until you vanish beneath the crystal waves
And the dredge of your weight gives the sea its shape
Be without fear
When your lungs fail to draw air
Be without grief
When they bear down, those years
Laden with agonies
From which you are spared
Dissolve, divest the pain
Give birth to a new day