when it comes my hour
to bleed. As to a strong-masted vessel,
let me be bound to you to share your power.
Hug me close as the wind we together wrestle.
Lost, let them nail me
as my ransomed soul
a steed of spirit mounts and my hungers hang.
Let me inherit what the jailer stole
and hidden, as I thirst, what prophets sang.
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