are the numbers we seem, awake in a second
submereged in this sea, wrapped up in a sequence
that unfolds like a tree and inside of that ocean I walk awake like a dream.
I am in the room that childhood bloomed and 3 windows I see that time holds in me
the past, the future and now I look out the windows somehow
and behind me I see the 7 that freed the ark just to be
the powers that come from the light they stand behind me in flight
and pull back the veil of the bride that will pass through the vistas of time