I drifted here from a foreign shore,
my head a wash with forgotten lore.
Rested in the ether among the stars,
took a stumble, but fell too far.
On and on, the heavens melt,
to where no god has ever dwelt.
Pilgrim's gate! whom do you open for?
Not for me,
of this I'm sure.
As i asked you this,
once before.
