Naked
Wind
rustling in the trees
Another womb
Another birth
Original
creation
Submitting
To another
Hovering
Invisible
Moving
Upon
my body
And inside
Spirit forming
Not
to be seen
Not to be touched
Until the first cry
Carries
Across
The waters
Birth
Born
Naked
The
wind
Rustling
In the trees
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Extracts
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Exposure
I carried the weather jumpers
for a cold night |
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ruin
I
always imagined ruins' touch to be harsh |
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Gesamtkunstwerk
The Lord began and completed a work in me which my hands and my heart grasped, leaned upon. A building constructed from the inside within a spirit cavity, and while gravity pushed me down, something rises. My hands and my heart were grasped, He leaned upon me and turned me inside out.
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weighted
I spoke to you
I bacame many words
so you would understand me
I spoke about you
I spoke for you
this was my side
speaking
Love
Gave
Belief
Life
and in doing so
I became weighted down
The Way
The night has
come
But it is nothing to darkness in my heart
Like wax, it is as if melted
within me
I walked dusty streets and shared the burdens of men
And now my feet will not move
My bones, as if all out of joint
Who will take me home...
And as my hands are stretched about me
Who will lead me on...
Poured out, as if like water
I descend
Not as a man, as if a worm
And now as my Father turns
I am torn
Trinity
Great Word please
sound in me now
If there is a word then there must be a voice
And if there is a voice there must be a thought
And a thought must have the womb of a mind
to conceive and protect
Great Word please
I am dying for sense
