words are just the jangling silver knights
riding around this castle that i can't describe
hope, longing, the shining, growing, the longing, the lust of the earth.
birth to the new creation, james john and peter
beyond the veil
white men to white men
angels hovering up and down
the crown' the cumorah hill
jack and jill
the new birth
i believe in god
i know that there is a revelation
and a revelation
and a revelation
and a book
and a book
and the book is
the man and the man is me
and...

i expect a miracle
and i am full up
with my own bullshit
and i know
this crap i have lived through
this depression i have cried through
when i am through
is the enema
so i will be empty enough
for the enigma