In crystal clouds of emptiness\' meaning
ghosts of broken clowns are believed
The herd leads in vulture circles
God, hands folded,
molds anger and shapes hope
Dive deep in the murky pool of dreams
Conjure peace from despair
Distil charity, liquor of bliss
Breath life into the inanimate
Drink deep, music\'s poison
Dance on broken sunbeams
Become what is not