We; the Fall of Rome
Kenneth E. Harrison, Jr.

So what do we do know made sweet in the world.

Where the river hasn't yet reached the sound of bells can never make still.

Each of us a world inside ourselves shall go down.

Distance & thus could who calls for us becomes rain.

Or light our eyes complete already slipped backward calling on God.

Us outside sin is sin.

Singing ourselves away therefore the dove's revered wings --