but the ripple of tears and the agony of my heart
wouldn't let me
and all along i felt as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered
its lips give to drink of the water of life.
Truly it is the water, that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know by reasoning
like tomorrow in different calligraphy styles sliding by, darkening the paper
Now it’s held upside down, now besidethe head, now down and on to something else, figuring.
One sentence saves an illustrious man from disaster, but fame does not matter to the split tongue of a pen.
Hippocrates knows how the cure must go.
Opposites are drawn into your presence but not to be resolved. You are not whole
or ever complete.