Just listen to me breath
But that proves nothing
In the middle of my circles
But their center I am not
Motionless
Waiting
Waiting
When you come, you'll come with light
You'll come radiant

You devour my shadows
Count my notches
And open me up
Open my sanctum
And read me out loud
So that I, too
Can hear
Myself
When you leave, you'll ask:
Which one of us do you believe is the beloved?
Which one is the beloved?