Thoughts Most Nocturnal

Soundless, all quiet they came
Faster than lightning strikes
Racing northwards like a plague
Straight from the deeps to the skies
Straight through the rock and the dirt
Through the forces of life and of death
Straight through the first cries of newborns
And the terminal patient's last breath

This is how they have remade me
This is how they made me see
This is how I came to see what is there
Within all of them as in me