Stepping up the volume
flanged craters cover me
and, without the cold
or the warmth in spoken sound
nor anything new in the sense
of sentimental theories launched
between power chords A and D,
it's really not that gentle
or the naive lesson that
startles just only for a moment.
It's something important instead.
 
It's not lost and desperate.
 
It's knowing something, now.
 
It's important, and gives life.
 
My Faith, and my tears
that I lose when I think of
the desperate search of so many,
so lost - violent - and so much
guessing there must be salvation,
instead of everywhere - madness.