Many pages left blank

Many pages left blank

Yesterday’s clouds are gone

To know it matters in

The moment it is drawn

Useless in the future

So charming in the past

Even in the staring

Stillness is moving fast

Reaching without touching

Reaching without touching

Brokenhearted retreat

Offers of me, of us

My accepting defeat

But what is the winning

It’s not a tapestry

It’s seeing I to eye

Praising your majesty 

Grow far from the forest

Grow far from the forest

It is never too late

Too find the spherical 

Saucer or charger plate

The uncaged bird still sings

How sweeter is the song

Do not let limbs enter

Give yourself space and strong

The individual

The individual 

And yet we cluster stars

The moon a reminder

And the North Star and Mars

And the wishes we make

Depending on their size

Are scooped up by dippers

Safeguarded in the skies

Sunlight in cold weather

Sunlight in cold weather

Painting with paler hands

Shadows in twilight blue

Slow gravity of sands

Visiting when it can

Each time staying longer

The Rite of Spring music

Only growing stronger

Reams of paper tigers

Reams of paper tigers

More and more will persist 

The machine being built

To combat the resist

This is target practice 

Freedom fighters absurd 

Attacking the actions

The essence of the word

A tsunami warning

A tsunami warning

Children are on the beach

The heart swells with the World

That the arms cannot reach

Escalating power

It is right to be wrong

Is our identity 

Hardness to get along