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I haven’t the words
To say
What it is I want to say.
The words I conjure, they stick
In my throat,
The power I feel, it sticks
On my fingers.
I am caught,
Stuck,
Oh that my heart
Would breathe for me.
I am lost
In a void not yet encountered,
A nothingness I would happily drift in
Until I find another. This void,
Sweet,
How it moves me,
The blackness pushing against the light
I thought I knew.
Oh,
To touch it, to kiss it,
To suck it,
To bring it into myself,
That wonder never known,
I am lost.
Divinity pursued, redemption sought,
Beautiful saviour,
You break
My weary, willing heart,
Even a martyr has his price to pay.