If ever you've been broken
If you've been in pieces on life's slate
I have something to say to you
Will you listen while I speak:
For I've been broken too.

You'll need to travel with me
Follow where I go
Tonight we hunt the lodestone
Where the loam of thought runs deep
In the beauty of the searching
We'll find the place you need.

Breathe deep now!
Oily waters wash us, NOW we're under:
The wild call, the clear call,
The caverns measureless, the tyger bright,
Zeitlight vaster than - empyreon
Not waving - drowned, choking, dying,
Breathing thickened oil of aeons fought, thought:
The cider's sting, the cinammon shade,
The hayblown tide-race, demon lover,
Moons of black;
Fat juice of poppies blowing, sowing, seeding,
Needing, the great barbarous fish
Submerged
You are part of it.

If ever you've been broken
If you've been in pieces on life's slate
I have something to say to you:
Will you listen.