"Nothing killed my belief but dogma ..... a dole crowner in a golden shrine ... questions unanswered .... This could be sold in the market place .... but the rain drop that touched my cheek in the burning sun was gentle and genuine .... more genuine than their prayers ..... she told me God spoke only to those who made their brave ascent to the wooden shrine in solitude on the top of a lone mountain .... for only those who gave price for atonement could stay on the ground and speak to God ..... but they deserved no reply.
Cleansing of a slumbering lie ..... yes it was a handful of water neath my broken keel ..... As if I stepped into the avalanche that awakened me ..... I made my ascent .... the more I rise the smaller you've become ... earthly commandments compelled me not and ne'er they would .... your terrain commandments have fallen to stone deaf ears of mine .... a yonder land I have left behind me"
The moment I saw his face I was stabbed by awakening ..... his yonder land was the land I left behind before his arms stretched into the body of the blinded crow I am.
