When words are wrought and twisted
And a thousand lenses bend the light
Surely light is still light?

When light bounces off a mirror
And a prism toss the white into the night
Surely light is still light?

When true light drowns inside a neon storm
And the emptiness swallows up the light
Surely light is still light?

When the darkness leers with unclothed questions
And the shadow only comes out in the light,
How can light still be light?

When there is storm and wind and thunder,
And the world's music gives way to a wordless roar,
As the cacophony of voices
Drown out a single songbird's call

When all that binds us is ripped asunder,
And the winds that lift us turn to screams of dust.
For those that still have time to listen,
Waver the weak songbird's notes.

Between the cries of thrashing currents,
Wrought into steely blood red arcs
Spinning, spinning, spinning...

While all revolves and...