1. THE DARDA'IL TRAVELS WEST, WEEPS

I remember the names of basic shapes
And I learn all the sounds to make words

I fashion myself a crown,
That veils my eyes and blocks out the noise

And it keeps out the dark


2. DIOGENES CASTING THE FOWL

What if these books are worth nothing
And their covers aren't quite the ones
That we've been finding ourselves between

So then where will the fruit fall
If not far from where I read it should

And what will I do if it's not there
What will I do when I'm alone


3. THE PAGAN LANDS, THE PAGAN BARRENS

Pushing through soil horizons
And I'm bleeding from my fucking hands
And I still don't know what I'm digging for

This excavation will be a deep grave
And nobody will know how far we came

The darda'il wanders past