I imagine you as Creation's child
formed from every unsung song my heart has held.
All the secret words I have never spoken
become form and matter
and shape themselves into you.
And the Universe awaits my voice
to bring you into being,
only breath and pressure
and the curve of my tongue
can call you hence.
I will be mute no longer.
This night I will speak the word,
the Name of you,
and the world will obey.
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