i hurl my words into the world
as if into a well
and each one’s a wild wish
a child born of desperate times
seeking the cold black water
echoing off the edges
to return to me ten-fold
filled with the promise
that there’s a bottom
i hurl my words into the world
as if into a well
and each one’s a wild wish
a child born of desperate times
seeking the cold black water
echoing off the edges
to return to me ten-fold
filled with the promise
that there’s a bottom
