I am to you oracle
Friend of the future
Telepath of mystery
Forgotten hope

I am to you sustenance
In a desert
Feast of attention
Celebrating inner lack

I am to you succour
For endless hunger
Your quiet, dignified desperation
Is my altar of need

I am to you more
Than I can ever fulfil
But you are to me balance
And choice, to given and give freely
Even when the well
Has run dry

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