The well that you dig
is that which you drink from.
The grain that leaves your hands
joyously,
is that which truly
nourishes.
is that which you drink from.
The grain that leaves your hands
joyously,
is that which truly
nourishes.
Speak not while talking
move your words
In the dance
Forever upwards
moths to the light
Lets you and me
Talk tonight
Screen doors
Want mores
And cant haves
Cut halves
Our souls
My ghost
Met most
Of yours
Toast
The dampened cool
lamp lit fool
Of us