The Window (Act IV)

I crept through the void becoming the night,What sounds may pass through the ether so void, Metaphysical crumbling, get thee behind, I'm clear as the crystal enshrining my soul.

I caught myself falling in vacancies prime, Low hung from the spreading that bore out my mind, I sought ever after the source of my life, I'm clear as the crystal enshrining my soul.

That mover so still now is calling me home, The places we go; the weeds that will grow, Who doesn't long to return to the night? I'm a fool running clear and hell if I know.