I’m in the room of changing maps
Where places die and country’s shift like sand
The lines of those who came before
Are eaten by the altar’s fire

Within the smoke I saw a child
His skin covered in words
I read them and recalled...

Action and reaction
The ones that came before

I’m in the place of ancient night
Where candles drift upon the sea
I can’t swim beyond the pushing tide
My dreams of there are vivid

Between the drapery I saw a face
She beckoned me inside
I slept there and recalled...

Action and reaction
My dreams of there respond