Prayer by the side of the night

May the body not be a room filled with smoke

May the bones not tremble into a glass shattering

I’m knowing my body, by marking my wounds

I’m knowing my country, by passing the blame

May the slope, slide us into perfection

May the music yield us demons, us angles

The night is failing to bloom

The night is failing to rot

May what has passed, not hold

What’s to come,

May what’s here not hold unto us too much

May the night not fall, May the music never stop.