This is the agenda
And the end is kingdom come
Falling flowers until morning
When the many see they’re one

By the whirling end the watch
Bound by lighting we will be
Rounding angles to the surface
Thunder echoes on the breeze

From the frozen silent flows
To the boundless babbling brook
Beneath rock the river trickle
Water to sea and fire to cook

Turning tilted churning spinning
Boundless structure shown by light
Learn to ride the darkness
Only then will you take flight

There is a wave to surf the sky
Another for deepest abyss
Another to reach the heavens
One in you when you touch bliss

Make a plan to climb the mountain
Mark the map to claim the trail
Follow path to its conclusion
Of truth always be availed

When on the field we meet
Encircled round the throne
Look to eyes of those beside
Find faith in what is shown