With eyes wide open I see thee
Beneath the pads of my fingers are the noises you love to hear
O
Why was I so afraid of the light
Is my face not basking in the brightness of this love?
How many whispers in the darkness did it take
for me to come through and find you waiting so patiently?
Teachable are those who come on bended knees
to hear the voice of the four corners of the stratosphere.
Wealth circulates within me
like the blood of a thousand dying soldiers
You are my brother and my love
while loving the pain free of my conception
What has been delivered is a mesa of hope
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