Rapt By Our Hands

Vacant deepening sounds, Carrying across the folio of my needs. Rapt to the wind in melody, And helps me fall to my knees. Taken by the fear of categorization, Of in our skin where we once felt. Feel how it has come to delay. Continually alive and dependent we've become, In it's illusion we're love's slave. Holding the despair in my left, And the built timeless enduring on my right. Staying awake the trying of my attention, I stumble from my blindness in dense night. I am not to loose my sense to breathe, In future nights swallowed ash felt complete. Out of all fires that belong to me, This one begging for your release.