Denied a face she hides beneath an ocean of uncried tears Cry the tears : now the ocean dries. A plain appears : Eden, in dying pains. Then sings a soft thunder yet living: It tells, "All time begins within." "All worlds begin within." Here IS the blood of the suffering of all Mankind. A coiling stream about the tree stains the soil. And though long dead the tree so fed shows: a light, a star, a fruit of her first-born. No faceless serpent, now she returns. Here SHE comes to dance if allowed to be. Just cry the tears and the ocean dries. So souls will drown the Lord of Lies. And joy will dance as jealousy dies.