The truth. I wasted it, the delusion of worship, thrown from above, it blurred my brakes, your light, the dim light of your reading, it makes me now, the time has come, I only know You. In the faded flowers, you, the unfading herb, my thought was madness, you tamed it, my virgin night prayer with a morning wreath. Now the time has come, I only know You. In the deepest of my heart, where words cannot reach, the longing of an incorporeal pulse for a beautiful birth will erect you in front of me, your body has woven it. Now the time has come, I only know You.