Grace

I followed this bell, into the valley of loss
Entered the absence through a crack in the shell
Waited so long for the destruction of dreams And waiting for the clarity that
could never fail
Though I try, still the rain’s a fact
On a street that runs in every direction
After the absence of your violent grace
Racing black and fiery in pursuit of perfection
Oh, and god — when I can see the kites
Like hot prayers rising in the steam of the night
Let me rise to undrstand — by convection
Now the horror is vision and a sacred infction