the book of Clouds and sHadows
In the shape of knowing
Saying; unknown! unbecome yourself!
should and would and could we
ask ourselves as much?
never are we what we were
were it ever we were we
suggestion and possibility
turn the faucet to our kindness
to fill the wish we wish to be
therein the basin we may see
The voice’s mouth behind our eyes
The resonance of moving gears
The shiftsome tilting of a mind
The silhouette around our fears