Day dawns dark, it now numbers infinity
Life crawls from the past, watching in wonder
I trace its patterns in me
Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again
Boats burn the bridge in the fens;
The time of the past returns to my life
And uses it
Don't blame me for the letters that may form in the sand;
Don't look in my eyes, you may see all the numbers
That stretch in my sky and colour my hand
Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining
That the voice of my life cannot sing
Fate enters and talks in old words:
They amuse it
Hands shine darkly and white;
Only in dark do they appear
Bless the baby born today
Flying in pitch, flying on fear
(Wicked little Scorpio, doomed to die a thousand times before he lives.)
They shine in my eyes and touch my face
Where I have seen them placed before;
Don't blame me, please, for the fate that falls:
I did not choose it
I did not, no, no, I did not
I truly did not choose it