Circuitous but constant
Is the path of experience
All the lights go down and
A world opens up to someone
Who hasn’t been seen by others
As the beautiful monarch that they are
He took time to radiate that
Back to her from pictures on
Her walls to the voice of
Friendships from the past
Orchestrated by imagery that
Could last a lifetime
This turned into a reel of
Musical talent that needed to be
Protected and the scaffolding outside
Her home that her grandfather put in
Needed support
I began to help build things as
Some thinned concrete bricks were
Sliding away and the mud became purple
It was more like a work to build
Infrastructure that felt good in your hands
While you were doing it
A tetris catharsis
We knew there was only one way in
Everyone was getting older
She had a chance to guide them
The well was deep
The pit was narrow
She loved the water
Her life depended
On the right angle
To survive
© GÄ
Poétique 