city of mirrors.

All’s quiet, except for this song
So maybe while I’m not together I can feel like I’m not alone
Somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts
Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight.

And there’s a joy, a joy in all I can see
A joy, in every possibility.

And all around us is a great, great failing
American rockets red-glare in a most
disgusting triumph
And in passing I am asked “Do you believe in a God?”,
I shrug off the answer, continue to get high
in this terror of no explanation
I am looking for a faith
My panic is an only reason.

There’s a joy, a joy in all I can see.
A joy, in every possibility.

—one of the most beautiful songs I know of.