We are a well run dry
We are a water tower emptied
We are an ocean evaporated
The living water flows ferociously.
The living water is alive.
The beads crawl to us, knowing our thirst.
What does it mean?
If I shut my mouth,
a shout of stones
a party of pebbles
a clamor of quartz
a bellow of boulders
a roar of rocks
What does it mean?
If we don't know what tomorrow brings
we still know that it is good.
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