I AM the suck of air you take that you've had many times before;
I AM the blow of air you fake, but which still throws you out the door;
I AM the air that fills your lungs, but leaves you emptier than below;
I AM the void that you can't explain, but which is where you want to go;
I AM the love you try to hide, but which all can understand;
I AM the hate you still deny, though the blood is on your hands;
I AM the peace you're searching for, but you know you'll never find;
I AM the pain you can't endure, but which tingles in your mind

Flame sucks between the balls of steel;
nothing moves, the air itself congeals
Look at the flame if you want to,
hear the sharp crack of the fission,
smell the brief vapour of ozone,
feel static motion!

I AM the joy you really pay for, but which comes completely free;
I AM YOUR GOD ON THE FINAL DAY

for the truth is you are me