Saturate me. Open-pored, part-formed I wait for providence to fill my plate, the bolt to be drawn from the gate, the universe to make the first move, modify my mind and make me. Saturate me.
Saturate me, build me from the base up. Some binding force affects our course, the heavens swell to fill our pores, and pushing out the doors from inside, wild and open-eyed we're lifting.
Emptiness will cease to be, light replaces levity, purpose, poise and prophecy will pour from empty vessels such as we. Saturate me.
Saturate me.
Though it seems the way is barred, direction's needle darts, the future's dense, hard and unforgiving, forging forwards feels like feeling in the dark.
Emptiness will cease to be, light replaces levity, purpose, poise and prophecy will pour from empty vessels such as we. Saturate me.