(Instrumental)
Under which we shall burn
No light brighter than the Sun
So as not to wrongly fool a form
We've any strength above it
Nor the moon at night
Light a candle or pyre
That should supersede her flow
So the darkest night remains dark
And the clock of the Earth
Remains so
Suspended thus below
Like a child's mobile
In the cradling hands
Of swaddle and cot
Like a proving ground for monkey mind
Wherein the light from outside casts
A render of the slowly revolving swans
And in this plane that serves a shadow
Is a render of child in swaddling cot
Yet above is all children
All life and all God
Cast a shadow
Below a child's mobile
Henceforth below
Under which I shall burn no light
And low
Does my shepherd gauge the way
With navigation signs
Like the river into which I now dive
Where the light is molten
And envelops me thus
And the sky above
Folds seamless to the water
And my horizon
Is the line where they collide
And on that surface flat
Is life spinning
Pirouette on pirouette
In the wake of my surf
And to exist upon that leaf
Unaware of the spin
Whilst the World around seems static
To its own toroidal flow
Henceforth below
Under which I shall burn no light
And low
Does my shepherd gauge the way
With navigation signs
Like a golden thread
Of impervious perfection
That fills me of dimension
From which mine is just a cast
And no question is not asked
That the sanguine periphery
Occasionally dares catch
When its judgement slides
And the abolition will
As the Greek definition of apocalypse
That is 'renewal or a rebirth'
Without which this new herein
Could not exist as a palpable river
Which as a voice manifests
Only if to tell you that the difference
Between here and heaven
Only ever was
You're acting as if
We were not already there
Henceforth below
Under which I shall burn no light
And low
Does my shepherd gauge the way
With navigation signs