I wait for no one, no man
There is no space in me to hear
Buzzing thoughts or consolations
Prizes do not appear
There is room for one hole
One space in me to fill
Not another thing after the other
Heavy leaves me final
Expanse far between me and the last thing
Remaining still, aspire
Is it better than the first one
Hopes may this one help me fly
A consolation prize
The martyr deserves
But truly a heart barren
Has nothing to die for
So plant deep in me
Pull back those greenhouse shades
Filter in the light
One ray, spilling harder as it grows
The concealed part
Stretching out that realm of belief
Grow in me that thing called faith
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