Time is the grandest circle
And when its incessant running ends
I will be there, yes, I will be there
I will bare witness to its dawn
And when the axis shakes tidal waves and earthquakes
I will be there
I’ll be there with my fear and my love
In Appalachian darkness or below New England’s flood
When ashes soar like blackened doves
I’ll scatter my posies across the mud
Man is a black hole coming
And when theatre Megiddo runs our inward collapse
I will be there, yes, I will be there
My reluctant curtain will fall
Shoved onstage for one last play
I am tired but I will be there, screaming
I’ll be there with my fear and my love
In Appalachian darkness or below New England’s flood
When ashes soar like blackened doves
I’ll scatter my posies across the mud
The candle’s burning low
Our shallow breaths shaped by the cold
Of a ruthless and indifferent cosmos
Any world you think you know
A Wildwood or loving home
Won’t fan the ashes dying glow
Anything you think you know
Any hope your heart could hold
Any peace my words could bestow
We must let all of these dreams go I must let all of these things go