I've arrived city of lucid dreams

Before me a building

Looms caked in inky grime

The act unknown

Actor in sleep

Here I enter, and here I see

The circle and bones made in haste

Winds to anoint the faithful

Amorphous specter turns

From old to new

Rests in faith beside me

We wait for the quiet fire

To be born and there it is

Embodied by a boy

His voice small and grey

Whispers smoke to the chosen

Upon our heads he places crowns

Sewn with hiss and higher tones

The boy presses whispers into her

And they bathe in valley's pale rain