(Verse 1) You feel the current pull you From the was and to the will A burning, brief becoming On the one-way, uphill hill You chart your course and call it choice You fight the stream and call it voice A spark that thinks it starts the fire A string that believes it climbs the spire. (Pre-Chorus) But the spire is done. The fire… is one. Unmoving sun. (Chorus) I am the vessel, not the wine The finished line, not the design The permanent, the full-made thing The silent chord the echoes sing You are the note that seems to soar A point along the forever shore A ripple on a frozen lake For beauty’s own eternal sake. (Verse 2) Your terror and your triumph Are my contours and my creases The script of every silence The law that never ceases You search for cause and call it “Why?” A question written in the sky An answer carved into the bone A story fully, finally known. (Pre-Chorus) And the story’s told. The bone… is old. The sky, a fold. (Chorus) I am the vessel, not the wine The finished line, not the design The permanent, the full-made thing The silent chord the echoes sing You are the note that seems to soar A point along the forever shore A ripple on a frozen lake For beauty’s own eternal sake. (Bridge) There is no engine. No clockwork heart. Just a statue of motion From finish… to start. A sculpture of happening Where “now” is a place On the face… of the diamond In absolute space. (Outro) So breathe… And be… The geometry. The always-me. The always-me.
