Call it luck if you like
to stick or twist of split
we made it half of our home.
The moss eventually
becomes something fresh; a seat
for us to prime for home.
All those sins are ours
to own without severing
a past that dwarfs a future, bright.
Call it luck if you like
to stick or twist of split
we made it half of our home.
The moss eventually
becomes something fresh; a seat
for us to prime for home.
All those sins are ours
to own without severing
a past that dwarfs a future, bright.
