Speak good words.
1
These be streams we’ve yet to fill
Trying eyes on before I’ve found
My breath, my sunlit room.
What’s wrong with the ones
Who’ve made it here,
Too near to the blade
Too far from death.
Time’s walking truth to the
Table where we gnaw its skin loose.
2
Do what comes to you and
Become the one waiting for answers.
3
Lift your soul to
Heaven’s lips.
Really looking forward to read more. Really Cool.