I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.
seeming's enough for slaves of space and time
— ours is the now and here of freedom.
a million thousand hundred nothings seem
— we are himself's own self;his very him
The whole truth…
sings only — and all lovers are the song