Senseless 

The eyes are not here

There are no eyes here

In this valley of dying stars

In this hollow valley

This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places

We grope together

And avoid speech

Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless

The eyes reappear

As the perpetual star

Multifoliate rose

Of death’s twilight kingdom

The hope only

Of empty men.

The blind may see after a light is given

The light is there hidden in shadow

Upon the mountaintop, stars are seen

The mountain is filled with ore

This is the last hope for our people

On this last terrority

We clasp with each other

And sing together

We view the world below and weep

Though our song breaches to the hopeless

Voiceless

We cough

The lights shine through

Our eyes become blind through radiance

We sing in our own darkened state

And hope is heard among the silent