These beams at your sunrise
Grew out of angels voice
And the shear weight
Made the clouds bend
in a storm to form
your aries heart
These whispers through your mind
In tongues like needles
That god used to knit the world
Fitted the fold of thunder
And fastened the break of sunder
From the storm that formed
Your aries heart
These bewildering directions of your soul
Blown like harps echoing
the essence Of permeance
Gave the electrons Their infinity
Made radiance pause
The spectator at the first star
She was the storm
Of your aries heart
And she blew without question
