What am I if not a vessel?
A voice to speak
hands to grasp
And feet to wander
unto the void surrender
(And) to set a watch, a tower and a fool
A new clear mind to school
If not with your words, then why so loudly call?
If not within your palm, then where so deeply to fall?
If not your motion and solemn dance
inspire this journey
Then why journey? Why, at all?
I bleed from cuts to the heart
Cringe from stabs to the brain
My soul is a model of your art
it is Enveloped in beautiful pain
You are doubt and therewith separation
I am the servant wandering from station to station
You are the wine in my water, the bread in my stone
You are the salt in my wounds, the flute in my bone
Greatness
Power
Glory
Redshift
Black hole
Whiteout