But Now

Our empty dishes thrown out swollen heads hunter and huntee is setting in for a game and a full plate Hope is revived by the pulse of our swaying rhythm rather soon than later in the day and then again bathing in the river watched are the shores being washed You start where i stopped offer a sense in direction where lost are the wishes blown are the winds our kin in flight In transmutation we are hanged and swayed into the novelty straight honestly ironed and solid sober but yawned Watched are the currents washing the wishes and our worn out thoughts we’re not coming back to the same road off with your precious stones showers of fine dust in time we die but now ...