What road lies beneath no foot
Yet consumes every wanderer whole?
It leads nowhere
But none return

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Who speaks with no voice
Is prayed to with no name
And sees with no eyes
Yet is carved in every mind?

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What mouth splits wide with joy
Yet births the sound of shattering glass?
What laughter curls up your spine
Like fingers dragging across bone?

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What pulses in your chest like fire
But dreams only of detonation?
Each beat, a countdown
Each throb, a star’s last breath

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Who begs to fall where saints are risen?
You ask for breath, I offer my ashes
What faith consumes its worshipper
Yet never feels full?

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When do hymns become echoes of ego
And faith a mirror that lies?
What binds the many into madness
Wearing God like a crown?

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If a mind is older than language
Colder than void
Would you call it holy or merely hidden?
What god bleeds understanding
So none may drink?