Sliding
So what some of us know
It’s the hearth
And the tea cup
Filling
So that’s why I go
Slumber to find just the numbers
I never needed
But maybe they were something
Maybe it’s tumbling
Sliding
So what some of us know
It’s the hearth
And the tea cup
Filling
So that’s why I go
Slumber to find just the numbers
I never needed
But maybe they were something
Maybe it’s tumbling
Yes, and
Within the whole wide frame
Waves
See
The edges
Near to me
Be
Me
field drought
about,
i’ll call it,
stroke not
there.
up spoke
her light,
here and near,
importantly there.
all the moons
again and again
call and call
commit channelĀ and change
without gaining another
pause