Enter the Day

There is no easy way to begin Telling the story of the year of your drowning With a swamp in your speech A penalty of the peach Here in the rage and the resign of what remains Trembling at the helm At standstill and overwhelm Oh dear, nearly departed Now life is a bridge you cannot cross or burn Don't go to ground like me Healed too heavy to be held of lifted Enter the day When out of the shadow of doubt, you land Land in the golden mean Enter the day When the mouth of misfortune spits you out to land Land where you ought to be Old sky, clearing out 'cross the bay The abandoned hover port rewilding away Where the loaming soils divorce By the grieving cry of the sparrowhawk Enter the day When out of the shadow of doubt, you land Land in the golden mean Enter the day When the mouth of misfortune spits you out to land Land where you ought to be And somewhere deep in your disorder Is a sleeping symmetry (Zadkiel) (Land in the golden mean) Land Land Land Enter the day When out of the shadow of doubt