Saturday, May 23, 2015


Spit me out, suck me in
Heavy, breathing human waves
Further down and further in
Where am I going with you, Stranger?
And why does the air smell of danger?

All our beginnings and all of our ends
Meet in this station of enemies and friends
The hunting in the darkness
The groaning of the poor
I hear their spirits cry as
Mine shuffles across the floor

I'm not sad I missed it
I'm not sad to wait
Because here I like to meet the Beast
And greet her face to face

They say that she's eternal
But only God can be
So I look for light in the distance
Swelling into this human sea
Where He hovers, the Great Immutable,
Behind this ever-changing scene.

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