Your brightest breadths were spaces in my recollections
Holes in my maps
What did you hold that I don't know
A gentle lack, a h(a/o)llow frame
Some billowed boast without a name
When I was wanting for some new unending breeze

I know there's something up ahead there in that new space
And we've been moving closer to it at the ends of days
And if faith is such a blessing
What song then will I sing?
I'll sing it out now what is pouring in through me