near

There's so many ways I could complicate faith

My God was blind beyond a locked door

Distant arms surface and shelter

I ask as if He'd answer

Like He'd see me through the roof

We feel at home like a trick of the light — sparks of small moments and fractures in time

I'm reliving parts misplaced in the past

Although I split through eternity, I'm waiting for a chance to begin

For someome to catch me through the ceiling

Come another morning

I feel dawn pushing down

Stepping out of bed just to drip into the floor

To drown deeper than my walls can sink into me

I have a new bed by noon

Yet, I've never really left

I am haunting the front door

I have been here so many times, it's hard to say I exist outside of a window frame

And as the roof caves in, for a second, so do I

The house is painted a new color each day

I am shifting through the walls

And into the next

How, this small, do I grab the attention of God?