i'm convinced there is a poem ancient of days sung from atop a mighty crag a honey'd voice atoning for all lesser might and lighter choice that giants and men might have i'm convinced of a chord harmoniously uttered lyre and lyric lain layered love and not one scattered differences all unstained weary of climbing but pressing forward the troubled tread and whipped the mountain mule then cried voices grips let go in symphony that sigh of severed pool then came rain filling men filiation in common flood eyes wide prides cleansed and laughter all rang truth that song in blood