tears in a bottle
until the shadows flee away
raise me up to the firmness of your rare whispers
until the shadows flee away
offer me a breath formed out of the twisters of your never-ending life
until the shadows flee away
return my present to the past broken crystal tears
until the shadows flee away
collect every drop of shackled misery in your bottle of memories
i see the reflection of my-panicked-self
in the mirrored bare salted tears
why does it seem so drastically familiar
until i reach the crack leading to the sea of glass
hide me behind your muslin veil of presence
make a new label for the bottle
with a prolonged term of use
I thirst
You have kept record of my days of wandering.
You have stored my tears in your bottle and counted each of them.
Ps 56:8
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