I woke up dreaming
It was Ours, not mine, not yours
And I’m not sorry

I’ll dress for the day
You’ll finally break the Grail
Feel me applaud you
Please come back on wings.
With fire in your wings. And teach
me all about pitch.
With each soaring wing
And with the strum of each string
I felt the deep sing

Milwaukee County War Memorial Center; Eero Saarinen, Architect
In the writing world
In the whole-wide, spinning world
In my little world
I started running
I brought with me abundance
I stopped at your side