there's something profound in this first line
evidence of God
the distance between symbols, syllables, and meaning
is the empty space we're printed on

taping my eyelids open
careening through the streets
the gentle, yellow phrase of early, urban a.m.
punctuated by reds and greens so vivid
they burn holes in the sky

together, we are a sentence at the beginning of time
still reeling from that first line
where we all held hands and screamed into infinity
LET THERE BE LIGHT!

now everything behaves in circles, spirals, waves
Life is beautiful and strange
you say I need a catchphrase
because everyone keeps stealing them

really, I like giving them away

we'll try this:
"I am the voice of Many"
may I wake up tomorrow
and hear its echoes everywhere I go
its resonance still humming in everybody's throats

do you think that I would have it
any other way?
there's a reason that my vision
begins with me on stage
with crowds of people chanting
the words that I've arranged
getting closer to the moment
when we realize We're estranged
from Ourself

I would give everything to feel the unity I felt
back at the beginning of time
when we all held hands and screamed into infinity

let there be light, let there be light