Your voice is silent, but I
can hear You louder than when
I was younger. Like a dream, I
am in the middle, trying to trace
the Genesis of when You started talking
and not trying to reach a Revelation.

I want to lead an Exodus from the Egypt
that I am currently a slave to and wander
forty years until I find my place in this world.

I do not fear, for you are with me, but I fear me
for I am with me. In idea alone we are You
but in reality i am an equation with an
unsolved variable and no real solution.