He grapsed paddle to cruise the void Like he couldn't ever grasp air And sloop got stuck between the clouds And in the spyglass he finally saw Among braids of thorns that cause pain no more Death's dreams Non esurient, neque sitient amplius, nec cadet super illos sol, neque ullus æstus: Quoniam umbra, quae in medio throni est, reget illos In darkness we are all brothers Siblings studying silence In darkness we are all brothers Rigid scholars of emptiness