Here we are nowhere. Surrounded by space. Angels of ledgends Have taken our place. We had deliverance. The moment passed. These lost disciples Are leading at last. We shout a hymn To the earth and the birds. To the lost disciples Who don’t know the words. Strange collision Of heaven and hell. A bastard vision We know too well. Our emotions Are all second-hand. Belong to an ocean Misplaced in the sand. We are nowhere at last.