It skims the surface: A sprinkle of glitter gold, A wide ocean blue.
I am the binding, Pin, pin, pinning all your lives: In a book of truth.
The beat is my heart, Pump, pump, pumping glory Down to my feet, boom.
Listen to the wind, And its flurry of excuses… Then demand what’s yours!
Noon: dust off cobwebs Stand, clothe, eat, begin again For You’re still you now!
New tablemates join Old traditions waiting to Evolve into new
Close your eyes, straighten —imagine color feel see Fill another’s shoes.