Do not sell your words to devils
who will trade your wisdom for gold and trinkets.

Do not sell your love to any random house
They have no interest in the maintenance of your meaning

Do not sell your heart to strangers,
if they do not have a soft hand

Do not jump into the sea,
If you have yet to find comfort on the land

Not yet
nay-
never
I should say

my words
are dust
that the winds
blow past

what I write
does not

crack the wall
or safe

nor:
open
any door

move
any mountain
or hill

make
any flower grow

stop
the rain
from falling

cause:
the sun
to shine

the moon
and stars
to show

persuade
the snow
to be less cold

wipe away
tears
in sad hearts

provide
food
for hungry boys and girls

give
hope
to a dying world-

all that I know
my words
would perish
immediately
after spoken-

this only
is my few words
for you--
reply
if you love me
then
they would find
their true worth.