Then Flow

What right to realize, to move…to dance
To breathe, to be, then receive
The destruction, after all, was vast
The beautiful opportunity, now, at hand
To awaken, to erupt, then flow
What wrong to commit, to not move…to not dance

Cotton Calls

Would there be the same sounds

That pierce and too-perfectly calm

The closing of distance 

The decreasing proximity

The changing acoustics will call


And shall sing you to sleep, alike