But Your Voice

When you are raised

We are going somewhere

Your pursuit has blinded me to direction

Your purpose separates

My flesh from my spirit

Markings of time

Unraveled

I lost count

Suffer the thoughts between

Twixt the sublimated, buried form

What is left to deny?

What vision is left balanced, forged in your direction?

In any dimension, what are you offering?

Tired breath

Still calls out your name

By default

Give me something

Whatever I release will catapult me forward

In every realm

Lighter, determined

Consumed with passion

That knows nothing else but your voice