Some thoughts came
Through in the night,
Shivers formed,
Fizzed through the
Limbs, chimed in
The guts. Round
The feet they sowed
Their seed, little
Saplings of thought
Too small to see
Their leaves and
Give them a name.
Some thoughts came
Through in the night,
Shivers formed,
Fizzed through the
Limbs, chimed in
The guts. Round
The feet they sowed
Their seed, little
Saplings of thought
Too small to see
Their leaves and
Give them a name.