...if Not a Vessel? - The Devil's Blood

What am I if not a vessel?

A voice to speak

Hands to grasp

And feet to wander

Unto the void surrender

(And) to set a watch, a tower and a fool

A new clear mind to school

If not with your words, then why so loudly call?

If not within your palm, then where so deeply to fall?

If not your motion and solemn dance

Inspire this journey

Then why journey?

Why, at all?

I bleed from cuts to the heart

Cringe from stabs to the brain

My soul is a model of your art

It is Enveloped in beautiful pain

You are doubt and therewith separation

I am the servant wandering from station to station

You are the wine in my water, the bread in my stone

You are the salt in my wounds, the flute in my bone

Greatness

Power

Glory

Redshift

Black hole

Whiteout