And to the glorious past
You’ve opened my window but broken the glass
And I beseech thee, shed thy beauty
For as a child leaves the womb and learns the cold
You have taught us peril in the present
And you will bring us peril in our surely soon to be
Unless the river’s not flooded this time
Oh, precious distance
Oh, precious pain, you’ve given me a name
And etched it in the stones of the river bank
