What you know is there, there is
You sixth-sense the far rumble from many-a-mileWith barometer’s grace, you notice the change
In the air, in your knees, in the bees
An ambery atmosphere resonates nowAs it all becomes new, what you thought you knew
Turns a corner and trouble you findWant turns to need and then back again
The dance in the walk of your days spins, then stumbles
Love lives deep and cannot tell whyThe quiet speech inks the world and your skin
This means everything -beyond that, nothing