Everyone has crowed around with. Beer,
Talking and laughing, creating filled lightning praise
Of answers and yelling. Telling jokes
Bullied into a broadcasted song.
Where I forgot what I...
"cheers beloved, cheers."
Through smeared glass I heard,
"quiet beloved...quiet."
And I wiped away everything between us, and
"come beloved, come."
O grace,
That you would look upon my making sense
And leave it for swine.
My pearls are You staring into my eyes, close to my face;
when I feel You breathe.
O intoxicating solitude,
Through a blare of crowding glasses (the stuff of intoxication)
Be near.
Here I can understand Your quietness.