We've walked for 40 centuries through desert sands and city streets. I am like the other pacing by the shore. In awe of how the ocean weeped. The waves were crying out to me, as the glory of the king, hallelujah. Protector of my fear, uplifter of my spirit. You weighed upon my conscience, and I am desperate not to think this. And I'll wish I never asked this, but are your words just veneer? Suddenly, he in me appeared. "Open it", he says, "a paper knife will do!" "Split your heart in two, the pain will pull you through and know that I am you." Creator, Destroyer. The mirror, unclearer