Alone in the Heart of the Light

Sacred deer Wanders alone Burdened with instinct Trying to find shade Disappeared No trace of ours The world turns away from all of our shame Whichever was the single moment that damned it all? What to atone? Just let it go In moments What we called home Frees itself from our harm Grace nor mercy Right on time Too long Our goodbye Free from harm Baptized What could we have done? What to atone?