Words
And
Music
Beating
Through
The
Blood,
Ancient
Pain
No
Drug
Can
Tend,
Life
In
A
City
Of
Clouds,
Under
A
Shy
Water
Color
Sky,
Finding
There
Are
Breaks
That
Won’t
Mend.
Taking
A
Walk
Across
The
Sun
To
Shadow
The
Earth
With
The
Self
Can’t
Be
Done.
I’m
Grains
Of
Sand,
Filling
A
Rift,
Ambiguity
Into
Perpetuity,
Periods
Of
Drift,
Often
Gathering
Plaster
And
Lath
To
Build
A
Laugh,
Penning
Raindrops
Here
In
This
Room,
Where
Imaginary
Gardens
Bloom.