Of all my guilt and all my tremor,
There’s nothing left but splendor.
The time that left my sleep alone
Has woken up to hear me mourn.
All shaken, but not hidden yet,
I have forgotten how I slept.
Instead of teeth and grudge and terror,
I sleep with eyes open in error.
I have no church and I forgot.
I lost my soul, holy or not,
And I am here, without the waver,
Just looking for my soulsaver.