Drib drab syntax;
don’t follow what you’ve been taught.

Dreams flow delicate, and words follow suit.
Precedents only compliment,
the things that should go wrong.
Calamities may seem tragedies,
without the softness of time.
Don’t listen to the music;
you’ll only define your mind.
If you don’t like what’s hidden,
then don’t let it be true.
See the goodness of intention,
notice the sorrow of the action.

Hear the wisdom of ignorance,
See the colour of the dark,
hear the song of the mundane,
know the heart of the timid,
list the parts that make up nothing,
feel the touch of empty space.

Know the difference between a skipped heartbeat,
and the love that takes its place.