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the Word now falls back into silence
into starry, muted skies
fallen to fragmented expressions
He weaves His crown
He weaves it alone
and late into the night
in the empty hours the nothing hours
I burn Your Name bright on my tongue
we are living Word to mouth
I need nothing more
I will not cast these seeds on stone
I stand here beside You
broken-tongued and speaking fire
my lips were stained with time's dark wine
what are we to do my love
with all these things that cut right through
we are living without skin
we have woven darker threads
into our coat of many colors
we have spoken words like wolves
and now they fall upon fall on our days
and now they fall upon fall on our days
bring to me this tongue of fire
speak spirit from stone
sing to me in this language lost
and sing to me alone
...sing to me...