I collect the words from the bottomless well

head a pail, neck of sisal,

the act is essential.

 

The water is my former and further self

it was never born, it only grows

and it is yours

 

listen to the soft swash and swirl

come into contact –

absorb

 

glow in the eternal warmth of a second

you are mother to all

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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