I ran towards space and filled it

With noises of escape

Excuses, excuses

The swelling volume of excess

Carnival squeaks of consternation

Betrayal

Until a storm I called for

Broke the silence with myself

One electric round of applause

You made us

As much as we

Hail

Air sky cracking clay

It’s the lines that make the shape

The eons of echoing void,
The godless seasons

And yearning, the amplification

That makes a voice divine.