Lost Disciples

Here we are nowhere.
Surrounded by space.
Angels of ledgends
Have taken our place.

We had deliverance.
The moment passed.
These lost disciples
Are leading at last.

We shout a hymn
To the earth and the birds.
To the lost disciples
Who don't know the words.

Strange collision
Of heaven and hell.
A bastard vision
We know too well.

Our emotions
Are all second-hand.
Belong to an ocean
Misplaced in the sand.