Slave to that which I witness
free only in the Spiritual life
see the markings on my hands and feet
where now you can see my eyes

Witness to what I am doing
through the loss of what I didn't even yet own
not possessing my own vessel
but an alien to myself
between the inner and outer holds

Victory in the contours
making one the temple
it's walls, rooms, and house

Layering truth in a cloud
and setting aflame a being
born again both person and bodily
into the future's now

Lines of boundaries
written once with water
given stone

Pulsing and vibrating now with life and pleasure
these lines swallow up death and it's sin against rite

A vessel and it's wine
an incorruptible form
that can take on any
within it's eyes