To the boneless earth we entrust our steady step
Our father of creation set us off from glass coffin where we used to be kept
But in this place, my wings are snapping
The sun is too jarring,
roads are arching,
those cloaked saints speak bewildering.
I wish to come back to my father, for I know nothing to survive.
In this boneless earth, even the clearest heart clouded with dirt
In this boneless earth, I wish to rebirth.
