We need drastic champion,
someone to guide us out of this
of the inevitable.
In downpour, through the mists
of a thousand droplets
steaming off the scalding ground cement,
rising up in vapours
both notorious and true,
I discern your indescribable shadow
climbing walls as you move forward,
thence into the Unknown
as great as yourself.
Tell me once again
before you go: What did they say?
What tales sang out of the Universe
when you imagined you were real?
I want again to know
what a Sun globe shining looks like,
when the clouds have dissipated,
to show us the Source
of all this Light
behind the Sky.
after "Parade" by Kevin Morby