I am the suck of air you take
That you’ve had many times before;
I am the blow you try to fake,
But which still throws you out the door;
I am the air that fills your lungs,
But leaves you emptier below;
I am the void that you can’t explain,
But which is where you want to go.
Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
Nothing moves, the air itself congeals.
Look at the flame if you want to,
Hear the sharp crack of the fission,
Smell the brief vapour of ozone,
Feel static motion.
I am the love you try to hide,
But which all can understand;
I am the hate you still deny,
Though the blood is on your hands;
I am the peace you’re searching for,
But you know you’ll never find;
I am the pain you can’t endure,
But which tingles in your mind.
Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
Nothing moves, the air itself congeals.
Look at the flame if you want to,
Hear the sharp crack of the fission,
Smell the brief vapour of ozone,
Feel static motion.
I am the joy you really pay for,
But which comes completely free;
I am your god on the final day,
For the truth is you and me…