I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing,

Doomed to crumble unless we grow and strengthen our communication.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself
between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Great words won't cover ugly actions - good frames won't save bad paintings

Paralysed until the flesh crawls right off my bones

I can't push words past the knot in my throat

Water stands where once water could flow

This is not my familiar broken home