"Under cover of sleepless slumber
came the Baptism of John,
the voice of a Tuesday evening
crying in the wilderness.
Who are you? asked the electric blue
dark Jordan of my liquid heart,
and what did you come out into
the wilderness to see?
Little one, little one,
now go up as you came!
Tear open the bedspread
and on the third day rise again,
All our faces awash with light."
Lorde | 400 Lux
We might be hollow but we’re brave.