Like the bee to the flower As my mouth to the cup So as the camel to the watering hole I am drawn closer to you Like a divining rod to water Or a sparrow hawk to the wind As a wolf to the blood Or a foot to the ledge of the mountain I am drawn over, it's true. Like a moth to the flame Like a moon to the sky Like a staff towards the earth Towards you I fly! I summon you closer Like the tides running before me Revealing the bottom of the ocean; I rise up the shipwreck With my sullen devotion! I part the clouds. The waters flee from me: Behind me runs Egypt Towards the whole of Galilee. But like the bee to the flower Like an eye to the storm I sit in the middle of the whirlwind And watch the wicked mourn!
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