Behold the strake which bears us on its back
To leave behind judgements made by men
Its prow bears the seal - undone by time
We bear this broken line
On bleeding backs
Passions unfulfilled
Interred with himself
Upon the wind dour hymns foretold
A pox of ruin
Prophets understood the ways of the snake
Its venom pulled us along its way
To where the sun's rays can't penetrate - the veil of its tomb
Now we see weathered peaks, distant mountains
What lies beyond, what lives within - only dreamed
I can see through all time, twisting back on itself
Lain across fields of ruin, master's voice rings the call
Round the cairn it begins - rites of seeing
All now aligned, single sight - truth of wisdom