Will this sweat
Purify my being
Watering thoughts
Like little seedlings?
Till
Days are young again
Rest in knowing
You are complete
For
Time still cycles
Singing her merry tune
Of this and that
If that and this
She swings from left to right
Holding night like a knife
Cutting this way and that
With a rat-a-tat-tat
Her blade is razor sharp
So be alert
And let your fingers guide her
Lest you become hurt
And
She will mend
All you think you’ve lost
Upon the springtime of your grace
Yes, you will see daylight
healing does take place