Hide nor Hair
Nor stone unturned
No dirt unearthed
No slight or burn
Pure as a heart
Of well intentions
Of want and need
This place unmentioned

One moment more
To read a word
The possible
May yet be heard
Far be it from real
The thought absurd

Your eyes glimmer
Because you're blind
You bump around
And stub your toes
I built my tables
I like them low

Your shins are bruised
You do not know
You seem amused
Your breath is mine
You don't stay long
I bought the ice cream