We creatures tilt our drunken, radiant faces upward, toward the ether, and these curious tender tongues move skyward to drink in the Sound like small crystalline snowflakes or like some unnamed elixir that Rimbaud dreamed about when he was nine. Laughing over our gratitude for the World, we shiver and tremble in some strange Delight - How did we get here? How did this happen? Ah, let's just sigh together...
(Poem written one night after performing a concert at Radiance)