Lost perfect words
Between sleeping and waking

Give me that at least
A present for my sadness

The mystery of action
Upon all apparent vices

To see the bottom
And return

Robbins playing in snow
Squirrels dancing with sorrow

All of us
Newborns

All of us crowned in blood

You have a choice
to turn the page
Or push the button
a choice
To swim the ocean
Between them

Courage to follow
Your mind where it wanders
To make use
Of the resting places
Along the path

To heighten your quest
For soft arrows and turning logs

Eternal reverb
a voice worth worshiping

Never spilling
Just moving