belief

I am of a dream
a name
a cycle

a wisp of truth and lies
a wisp of smoke
a flame

that you say
is
that you say
I am
I am

grinding wheat
grinding grain
the juice of fruit
sticky on my chin
the bite of a snake

the bite of a snake says
I am what I am what
you say, you see, you are

a dream
a puff of smoke
the background noise

what is
cannot be
when it only is

drawing back on arrow strings
splicing swords
the cry of war
sticky on the battlefield
the grace of God

the grace of God is
thunder rumbling
lightening in your veins
that you say you are
it's in your veins