I have lightning if the stars dry out
to guide me
I have soft clay
to knit my bones astride
what a miracle, they say
dark clouds gather
velvet holes gaping wide
oh, and they pour it down
and they sing to me
of wonders unseen
like clouds that rise from the sea
oh, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry
that I missed the point
of this pageantry
but I'm grateful that you love me...