I Never Wanted to Make Sense

And there was nothing else to say.

To see the breath of what You take away,

And I gave a pinched hand to them 

And a smile.

And laughed with the greatest of my least

Fulfilled singing eyes.

"I never wanted to make sense,"

And burn incense to these fleeing gods 

Of minds doubling upon themselves.  

Dawn has pulled over my clouds

 -something was there-

Nothing seemed to make it to the "hows"

How I'd free the burning, shove it off the table of the high places,

And put it before You on the altar,

Before what You've said.