I've dreamt of running
Where the body carries nothing
Not even its lipids and saccharides
But before my very eyes
Clear routes became sealed tunnels
Where darkness dances her formless tune
Hope became ash
I felt the taste
I still know how hunger burns the throat
Beneath a thick fog of sunshine
I carried her through into dawn
Like a tender lover
Afraid to even rumple the sheets
But scars are things you can't leave behind
Turn blood to ink
And sketch them on your body
That they may be maps to tranquility
They may hold keys to locked doors
They may be the wings for your flight
Now that birds are too sane to lease feathers
Let me mend, merge and emerge
#hope #genesis #redemption
