my body knows what roads it's walked
though sometimes i do not
through heavens gates, and earthly chains
from feasting, now to rot

what now i find in silence
let me have no other
for from time untold to time began
the world is burst asunder

from sweat of brow to firm of feet
i stand on what i've seen
but more, i think, i've come to be
the places i have been

fall around the center
bringing knees to order
laid out on the winter
bring us to the Dancer
if ever we were better
the wind was ever bitter

out from places lower
laid out on the water
if Grace found a debtor
we found her in the fetter
dancing 'round the center
chains falling all the louder

melting snows of winter
pouring into water
the sun is shining brighter
with Grace no longer lesser
the Dancer and the sinner
are spinning 'round together