The act unknown
enter in sleep
Here I am turned
and here I see
the circle in
bones made in haste
He waits to
anoint the
faithful
In all things left unturned
for all to know
Rising right beside me
will he wait for the quiet ___
to be known and ___
embodied by a boy
His voice small and weak
wisp of smoke to be chosen
All by their heads
he places crowns
to witness entire towns
The boy blesses whispers into words
in the painted valleys they await rain