I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
For, now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me…

This night is filled with cries of
dispossesed children in search of Paradise.
A sign of unresolve that,
envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.

I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
When memory bears witness to
the innocence, consumed in dying rage!