i can’t believe we know your most beautiful name,
but are buried in dark mind, with such deep blame.
release your arrows of light to reveal yourself,
and burn this bitch of a night in your holy game.
we deserve to die, but not like this- big asses
braying in the dark our petty precious shame
of not knowing who we are, and not desiring
to play the sweet music of your sweet lovely name.
god help us hate the vanity of our sick lies,
and help us despise all but love for love supreme.
we need your help to turn us toward your holy light,
and we need your help to burn in its burning flame.
darvish cries out from the black depths of his dark mind-
we have no hope of you, master of brilliant fame!