the first few seconds last forever

the face of morning hides behind
a future you may never find

the father holds his dying son
blood for sin, a battle won

pray to someday stand in peace
labored rest, you’re blessed to cease

these heavy knots of flesh untied
a voice that cracked, a heart that lied

sleep to fill the greatest depth
waking with the fear you kept

and i’m no body, more or less
the sum of all that i possess