Illumination: The Face of Shamash

Wings from letters

Carry me beyond the white

Here I am standing

Burning winds fill my lungs

My eyes are open, my palm is read

Prophets propel me, propel me to the zone

They enter my mind, light

These are Sumer's chosen ones

Angst from enlightenment

Face of the sun will guide me

Shamash, carry me beyond the white

This is the will of fate

Dead trees are you

Position the fingers forward

(Whispers)