I could read no other sign
unthinking more than fortune,
hourglass never full nor empty,
Gravity turned upside-down
and unbalanced me like poured sand
through the way I feel my self **** small

In awe, helplessly, I said so little…
so halfway down the road, still loose ends
never gone with the rest, cut open
as the insights and the tangible aligned.
Now on my bed of syncopes I sit and recall
drops of gold got me changed like spring,
spilled ink, a long slow sip, a great fall
That just had me when
I welcomed you