How do you know if a volcano is dead or just patient? It's restless, like me High above in the second sea Our bathwater never cools Meanwhile, out of the heavens A swan plummets to earth, transfixed Down here where the woodlice work Restless, like you Both halves of this severed rock will crumble to sand For if a thing can live, then it can also die Meanwhile, walk beside me The untraceable path of God's lightning back to God