Under the shattered glass,
Shimmering in the midnight moon—
Under the last vestige,
Of holy sanity—
A new truth slowly pulsates,
And all is brought to kaleidoscopic grandeur,
In the pixie dust you scattered,
After the final fall,
With the dawning of grace’s wondrous failure.

There, where salvation renews,
All pretense melts,
In the miracle,
Of an ancient vat of acid healing,
In the perfect glory,
Of two colliding stars.