Lyric

A drop falls into a tiny jar

Colorless memory sinking down

Laughter and pain, no longer distinct

Only hesitation still shines

Heavier each time I grow

The jar swells with silent weight

Inside—murky, shapeless motion

Still, I keep on pouring

Your jar met mine—gently aligned

Where they touched, a glimmer bloomed

That was the first glimpse

Of something I would later call truth

Melting

Blurring

Time without form

I forget my name

But feel it still breathing

I tilted the jar into the great cauldron

Overflowing, unnamed and wild

Spinning liquid, tangled scent

My heart filled before my body did

No more weight

No more shape

And yet—still here

This must be

Truth