Found, Oval and Final - Altar of Plagues

A balm in your hands

It has begun to hide

Once more

(Left as) the one awake

A script knotted in a hand

Absent and building

And looming in the air

Hung and thin between (sparks of sunlight)

The dark and the dark

All the hours

Numbers and worlds well-tuned

Not all thing are well wound — there are joys

But I am bound to follow you