We’ll be so quietly waiting
We’ll be so silently asleep
Go tender, there is no more later
Your mountain’s bloomed so high
So sleep

You’ll be bound by infinite sorrow
You’ll be crushed by infinite love
You will squander infinite happiness 
We’ll stay so quietly listening
We’ll dream so silently aware
you will mistake your flesh for a vessel
Your spirit bides her time with gentle care
with gentle care

You’ll be mained by infinite anger
You’ll be jailed by infinite grace
and you’ll return to places where earth whispers

Come and beak in infinite music
Come explode in infinite sky
Come and taste the blood in your teeth
and let the Seas kick life in you
Come and ache in infinite question
Come and scream in infinite why
Come and burn in infinite yes
For now will be 
be reckoning
now will be
be reckoning

– Hila Plitmann