A fear forms I cannot name   pulsing in waves of sine,   in gaunt rooms, in pallid light   and flatlines      In faith I drank as from a spring,   yet a bane makes itself in me,   and thirsts for the very things   I despise      Though by no choice of mine,   I see through my mother's eyes.   I look to a newer world   with the sunrise   where birthrights endow;   not to burden and bear,   but bless and bestow,   and baptize as heirs      But I'd be received with sighs   as the bane of my mother's pride;   as a stranger inside her womb,   yet outside. Miracles of Sand      I was seen in stars and sky   Whether plated in flesh or gold   I am the same as your parents hold,   who borrowed sticks and stones,   and abandoned heaven's search,   for one closer to the earth      they all cried out with different names,   that called them to the grave      I am a seer of air, of jeweled sight,   of many names and auspices and signs,   performed in sleights of wooden hand   and dealt in miracles of sand      and they all cried out with different names,   that called them to the grave      And when the second flood arrived,   there was no one there to die   or to interpret all the cries   to the invisible on high