Already I know the evening, the dawn.
The sights are immeasurable
The singing angels even stop to pray
Giving promise
Giving praise to an anxious day
Warmth, trembling exhales
Pour from my sight
I pool together,
I let in the light.
Perpetual light,
Not drowning in days of sacred darkness.
Not dying in a desperate power
Such thoughts distress my mind
With my unsatisfied heart
I devour fading strength
Even though it was abstract,
Your spirit moved upon my self-seeking void
That is crowded in moments of time
And you are the one word
That gives me definition.
– Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 