Hung

Submerge the crown of my consciousness in damp earth
Suffuse my mind with her reticence and dignity
Only then, with hands tied, can I seek sanctity from sacrifice;
Yield solitude from suspension

From this point of view
Even mighty heavens tumble
And righteousness mocks me from beneath
But my universe expands
I am certain
That the blood streaming to my brain summons forth a wellspring of life