I've arrived
City of lucid dreams
Before me
A building
Looms caked in inky grime
The act unknown
Actor in sleep
Here i enter, and here i see
The circle and bones made in haste
Winds to anoint the faithful
Amorphous specter turns
From old to new
Rests in faith beside me
We wait for the quiet fire
To be born and there it is
Embodied by a boy
His voice small and gray
Whispers smoke to the chosen
Upon our heads he places crowns
Sewn with hiss and higher tones
The boy presses whispers into her
And they bathe in valley's pale rain