Let it be done, That we all may come To shed our skins, Converging as one. We know the whole of the parts Is greater than the sum, And that’s the singularity We can’t outrun.
Put it back. That thing you got Is a seed of the Sun. Put it back In the crack You took it from. That thing you hold Is shivering for the cold, It’s too heavy to be handled. Too precious to be sold. That thing you got Is the blown kiss Of a forgotten star. […]