Pilgrimage

This line is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery step is a day in the weekIt's a Sunday or MondayA march over months of the yearThis life is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery death is an end in the raceIt's a stopping and startingA march over millions of yearsTravel. ArrivalYears of an inch and a stepToward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeThis land is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery line is a place on a mapIt's a city or valleyA mark on these miles of fieldsTravel. ArrivalYears of an inch and a stepToward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeThis line is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery step is a day in the weekIt's a Wednesday or ThursdayA march over months of the yearTravel. ArrivalYears of an inch and a stepToward a sourceI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeI'm coming to youI'll be there in timeTake thisMute mouthBroken tongue.Now thisDark lifeIs shot through with light