Escaping

I hope my life makes a pleasant shape
For the shapes around me, the lake and the waves
For they define me clearly, for they know what it is
My sides and vertices, my faces and width
They find my position, imposed upon space
My absence and silence, my presence and place

The higher my voice goes, the more I can feel
It feels like escaping, the less I can breathe
Like I'm not suppressing, like I'm making sense
No defining, resigning, defending, rescinding
Like I make sense

I don't want revelation, I don't want decay
I don't want expectation, I don't want shame
I want relying, I want communicate
And I hope you're listening