lord, i am silent
now the hell is gone
there is a supersonic screaming
i hear, screeching over the quiet,
longing to settle over something
one thing, and fill it with drama
secretly breathing, and hoping
and i, in this substitute quiet
having been given all things
am waiting for one thing
that is
like a gentle fire,
like the kiss of a hurricane
your word
to descend
a flaming tongue
and redeem me from all dullness