Clawing at destructible walls, priding on the hopes for my heavy fall
By acute bitter fruit, on the Eve of my success
Pulling like a magnetic field for the break in my shield...of faith
To create limited space...to bar me within the locks of insecurity...left undressed
Naked without escape...
Bare & even more barely in shape to shape the right shape to properly state the meaning of "fit"
Quite discombobulated, therefore very much " out of it"
So out of my zone, as the Throne Room becomes distant
Struggling to balance weight on the scale...being inconsistent
As " MORE OF YOU" is seamed within the mattress
That definitely in firmness, uniquely matches I to Destiny like matches & fire
Infusing determination beyond the thinness of my skin, so fulfillment I may inquire
Wired for higher meaning so the walls will eventually like Jill come tumbling down...in Berlin.
Embedding transformation to the calling of purity within the mass of my heart....killing the line connected to the downfall of sin.
Getting up like Jack to receive healing directly from HOME...renewing the mind until the PIECES refine to WHOLENESS in the confines of this dome.