And so ten centuries solemnly collide 
Love failed and 
I have Lost my 
Name Secrecy hoards the treasure 
Coveted most by me 
As rainwater collects in barrels 
Sleep covers 
Abuse with 
Time Too many dream-haunted hours 
Leaves me with seasons swelling and growing 
And without welcome, fading 
Something makes sense in ripples 
Grief is the corpse from which worms feed 
Alas, I am not this stricken man 
Suspended by sunlight, shadows break 
Their silent vigil 
As rainwater collects in barrels 
Lucifer rose up to kiss the analgesic dawn 
While below, 
Something roll'd the stone away 
Something makes sense in ripples 
Gradually, 
I saw Abuse is a 
Name And ghosts will seem forever 
Less fantastic