wide skies although i'm   always followed by doubt   i walk through beautiful fields   of late night and early morning dew      where have I been?   waiting slowing   widows hearing   gentle tongues of extremity      all around me   extremity and deceit      I will explain blue eyes as mighty   shocks through fields of men   gathering, gathering around me   oh they're gathering around me      why is everything blurry?   these days the light is liquid   and murky   I drink the scene   but I don't really see   see for me - yeah   my near dead messiah      pace with me across   white slimy grimy tiles   ethereal, near dead   my near dead messiah