from a hole in the floor - to a fountain of youth you stepped to the door - all your hair in your hands wet through the shoes, and the calendar spun on the porch - by the moon your words trailing off like a fading balloon
today, you became real in the quiet light, you stayed and the child you found, you changed with your head in your hands, you sang
you sang in the deep blues by the window pane with the whole world crashing into your skull you found the darkest place to lay your weary head and share your secret soul