You Call Me Death

 

I am in all, and all in me,

A boundless pulse of mystery.

No edge, no end, no fixed design,

The breath of worlds is also mine.

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I am the creator, vast and free,

Weaving time’s deep voyager-me,

Across the tides of what will be,

I sail through all eternity.

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I am the spark that births the dawn,

The force by which all forms are drawn,

The dream from which all things arise,

The fire behind uncounted skies.

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Yet in the same unbounded breath,

You call me death-yes, I am death.

I am the silence, calm and still,

The turning tide, the bending will.

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I am the destructor, shadowed flame,

The end that whispers every name,

The fall of stars, the closing seam,

The dark that cradles every dream.

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I am both kindness, soft and bright,

A healing touch, a guiding light-

And I am cruel, a sharpened edge,

A storm that stands on reason’s ledge.

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I make the heavens, wide and high,

Where silent hopes and angels lie,

I shape the hells of fire and fear,

Where shadows gather, drawing near.

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I am the matter, form and frame,

The dust that dances without name,

I am the dark no eyes can see,

The hidden weight of mystery.

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No time holds me, no space contains,

For both flow softly through my veins-

I am the clock, the endless sea,

The here, the now, infinity.

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No login, no logout to be,

No door, no key, no boundary,

No sign in, no sign out to find,

For I am all, and none confined.

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I am the birth of every star,

The distant near, the close afar,

And when their burning songs all cease,

I am the hush, the final peace.

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When I smile, the wars begin,

A quiet curve that breaks within-

For in my joy, the clash is spun,

Creation and ruin move as one.

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For all I build and all I sever,

Are parts of me, entwined forever-

The all, the void, the breath, the breathless,

The endless on, forever endless.