IMPRINT (NEW SLANG) (| MARANATHA |)

home, and belong.

i love you.

scope the scape of our story

water rising behind a lens flare

crack in the glass, darkly

the wound is where the light shines through

and you saw me.

hold delight on your head, dear

tender tinder and we go

twenty-three on your shoes, on her shirt, in your dreams

i know, i saw you.

i placed it in your left hand, what should we do with it?

i love you, daughter. let's start there.

rolling snare on my skin

feet on the dash

i've found home, finally found where i belong

the whole of it our script

every blink through the delight darkly

all i can do is try to leave behind a print,

if it matters.

your soul swells.

you're with me, with them.

bruises on my gravel knees

worship rises, pressure changes

up is down

and we sail on down this water rising

worship glued to our temples

hemming in our eyes

behind on the left, before on the right

i see you too.

i behold you as you hold me

the depth of this field means it's all falling off.

the language of what cannot be spoken

hallelujah, thank you jesus christ

you and me and our story slang

fall off, hit the gravel, catch the camera like a child

flags even if i don't see them

they shift to blue

coming like the sand on the shore

the fullness of who you are,

filling me in, wrapping around me

you are light.

so we shoot from the short side

and on the set we say,

maranatha.