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I wrestle with god as Jacob wrestled
And I shout with the pain of the unknown
I am but a new cripple bearing scars
And the savior only nods as he hangs from a cross

I see angels ascending the golden steps
And I sleep here on this rock and toss restless earth
I see heaven quake like a fist in the stars
And the world was wounded, sky contused as a storm

I see not who I grapple but I tangle the clamor
And the agony rests in my throat like a sleeping snake
I feel a wet sorrow rise from my gaze
And the eyes of Christ do not return it

There is a hole in my heart and gold in my heart
And the glimmer falls constant to the pit
I coil every thread through the damp of my flesh
And reform, repair what is breaking and broken