I got
Out
Of
Bed
Without
A
Thing
In
My
Head,
Made
It
To
The
Table
As
Soon
As
I was
Able,
To
Drink
Enough
Tea
To
Restore
The
Essential
Me.
I regarded
The
Day
With
Little
To
Say,
But
Language
Always
Finds
A
Way,
And
Soon
Within
Reach,
Emerges
In
Speech.
Words
Are
A
River
And
I stand
On
The
Shore,
Eager
For
More.