There is no easy way to begin
Telling the story of the year of your drowning
With a swamp in your speech
A penalty of the peach
Here in the rage and the resign of what remains
Trembling at the helm
At standstill and overwhelm
Oh dear, nearly departed
Now life is a bridge you cannot cross or burn
Don't go to ground like me
Healed too heavy to be held of lifted
Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt, you land
Land in the golden mean
Enter the day
When the mouth of misfortune spits you out to land
Land where you ought to be
Old sky, clearing out 'cross the bay
The abandoned hover port rewilding away
Where the loaming soils divorce
By the grieving cry of the sparrowhawk
Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt, you land
Land in the golden mean
Enter the day
When the mouth of misfortune spits you out to land
Land where you ought to be
And somewhere deep in your disorder
Is a sleeping symmetry
(Zadkiel)
(Land in the golden mean)
Land
Land
Land
Enter the day
When out of the shadow of doubt
