There will come a dawn, you'll see, during which you may feel the uncontrollable urge to arise, cast off your unbecoming grief, and merge with the surrounding light, and not remember us. With our hands to the sky, we yearn for your ghost. We'd pull you back to us if we could. Somehow, I believe we never will, no matter how we might stretch upwards for miles. No matter. You remain beyond our reach. Why, of all of us, should you alone achieve unity with the divine, while we lie here waiting for words that never come? We'll die here, waiting for you. Oh, friend, we were far too cautious to return the embrace. So, like a wave, from the center and outwards, into pure calm, you'll fly like a god, while we claw in vain at the empty air. I've heard the eye is a perfect razor. So soon after you're gone, even we will forget your name, though in my dreams you're awake, and aware of everything, dancing in the limitless fire. Hello, sunlight. Come consume me whole. I'm tired of waiting for you. Come consume me whole. There's a fire in heaven. You've never seen such fire. Wake up, oh god wake up, wake up, oh please god wake up.