Father, I think I had that dream again
Where there's someone outside trying to come in
The sound of wind rushing through the leaves
And I wake up and I can hardly breathe
And though I know I've had that dream before
I still don't know who's out there at the door
I recognize him not by what I see
But by the terror rising up in me
Father, I cannot reckon what I am
Some kind of anger that became a man
Some kind of violence that became a flesh
Some set of claws climbing through my chest
The morning breaks as if by mistake
And we find that we've grown old
And that our body bought the things we thought we stole
Father, I think I had that dream again
The stranger said that I should speak with him
The sound of wind whispering through the leaves
And I wake up and I can hardly breathe
Father, how do I know what dreams to trust
When there's a brokenness in all of
But then, what if that fracture in every life
Is the very space through which our guest arrives?
The morning breaks as if by mistake
And we find that we've grown old
And that our body bought the things we thought we stole
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