Soul Keeper, You Make Me Powerless

There is an anchor in my bones. It holds me very still

‘Til eventually all Time is quiet, the water is calm, God forgets

How fickle I really am. How being good is insufficient reason

To keep me shackled here. But I have dreams anyway

Of standing atop the Burj Khalifa alone: I draw sharp, ovular breaths

My heartbeat races, my blood pulses, the knives point at my back

The biting wind has no-body in mind but mine

And I’m no freer than you were, I am no less stupid

Than that day you came home to us, ten-and-two and indigo

So I stand coldly above all mankind, dead to this world

Loveless, joyless, unbound, unbroken, and I sweep

My wings against the concrete ground, for there is so much

Sorrow and like ash it covers everything. So much

For my dreams of flying. For our reverie to end with

“I’m awake again,” so come home, come home, and please

My God, remember to let me be happy