Praise and glory we perform
to the infinite varieties of nothingness.
Nailed to crosses-carven in stones,
concept to concept alone.

Speak to us in your oracles,
words and afterthoughts
in syncopated rythmns
and driving visions.

Mold our language into worthy coinage,
tokens to ride the muse's wethers,
and bells to ty around our necks
to shake for our own amusement.

Refresh us with your revelations.
Do this now,
before we seal our lips
in preparation
for silent allelulias
en pax aeterna.--nicolo