The cables loom longer in passing than their mountain womb and cranes tower overthat whichmakes them, but not for long
Mothering the nurturer that precludes joyful sadness,useful become the links that attach us to one another, the string that binds humanity…
At the break of dawn, we soaked our wobbling ankles
On Leman’s shore to dwell,A life so sweet we knew, soft ripples in the swell,Of morning breeze that blew…
There existed a past.
Everything’s going according to planSaid the manWho believed in control