I saw you walking down the street today
And thought about your life
I really have no idea who you are
Nor how you spend your time

I sent a little prayer your way
In hopes that you will find
What gives me strength throughout my day
The saving grace of Jesus Christ

Then as your day progresses
And you pass someone new
You can give to them the same blessing
That I just gave to you

THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, "O sea-starved, hungry sea.'

my mother was a dental hygienist and dad thinks he's an architect
which means i'm used to sharpened stainless steel exploring the interior of my jawbone and lying to my father to let him keep believing he built me from the ground up.