What if I have something?
Something awful, extraordinary, and vague?
Yet clear, concise, and
Simply just true?
What if it\'s eaten my core,
Replacing me more and more
With IT
The Thing
So Beautiful
So True
What if my hands can\'t keep giving,
Can\'t keep writing,
Can\'t keep singing,
Not out of want,
But out of my own ungood?
My voice keeps breaking,
My pages keep shredding,
My hands stay empty
From tiring daylessly, eternally
For the Good.
Because I heard the Truth,
Beauty, fully painted in the song of life;
Yet bracketed by the ear,
And lacking no depth or motion
From this limiting Light
I bring so near.
For every note is up and down,
Every break another breath
For me to find some rest
In the thumping heavy breast
Of IT.
And what if I have what is so true?
What if you could then have it too?
Oh hearts be hushed so hear me new,
To this I answer just, \"I do\".