• Engage foul vessels
    And learn to speak.
    Place both fingers
    On your throat.
    Does sound emerge
    In the lightest
    Form?
    A tune among false settlers.
    Now stop, let rest,
    These worn out cords
    Are strained with effort
    Still care is not present.
    Begin once again,
    Do you hear the bell tingling?
    You’re bubbling, blossoming,
    All this I can see.
    Don’t share, this child
    Is worn out and greedy;
    No tea for you bear,
    Nor words for your soul.
    Imagine a place
    Where the sky is all shelter,
    Worry and doubt
    Feel awkward, exposed.