deep low hum, tickle my senses
progression of space, sounded within soul
forgotten places in time, come together to join
a grander theme for all, for freedom from pain
holy hour, sacred sacrament of self
light as the wind, without anxiety or grief
balanced between, the earth and the sky
where cool water flows, within the depths of your mind
deep low hum, follows me home
radical sacred self, and abundance of love.

unfold, unroll
the truth, upon the ground
display, advertise
so people will know again
abandoned, anathema
alone in this abyss of chaos
who will, how will we
taken this, to help the whole
not part, but a part
lost and hidden, forbidden
fortune's loss, and apathy
there go i, broken at the seem.