Christopher Hansard:[ silently comes]

silently

comes

the wave

on which

humanity

rides

a shallow

crested

tip

on which

all culture

clings

in desperate grip

for to rise is to fall

and to rise again

in the world

of the fifth season

there the burkhan

dwells

deep beneath the

lake

that was there

at the beginning

of the world

silently comes

the human race

on the wave

that contains

all times and place