The Conduit Three

The lines are glowing scan
Depict my imperfect parts
And do it without apology
I am blur my arm host more and more needles
Veins break and screaming inside us now
Out

There goes another flash
Water runs streams and dries
Another flash it repeats never tiring of it ritual
Looking at the screen again black another version of our loss
Now all closely and it occurs to me
What I loose in this physical
I'm gaining slowly in my mind
Beginning to see now
The halo that rubs from this humming wall
What seams sharp and impersonal
White and cold in its precision to impart terrible news
Now is lit with a clear soft understanding

It will sеrve me this wound this fear
It will sеrve me for as long as I’m able to carry
For as long as I to place it on canvas
Everything is different now
And the vision has dimmed and become so much more pure
Guided me closer to where you are my blinding faith
It will serve me this wound this fear
It will serve me