o, around goes the merry, golden rings for all
gratuitous trombone signatures slide in song
paper roses butterflies flake off in the snow
first dip in the ocean begins with the thumb toe
and the aromas of spring that just grow and grow
the lift in the heart at the muezzin's first morning call
but there's the double-bind darkness of letting go
there are things that shift shapes, shapes that you thought you knew
there are tears, weeks-long moons full of howling despair
one foot grave, then another, then you disappear
bitterness like tobacco chaw you chew and chew
tell-tale heart for all of it edgar allan poe
call it crises of peace all the yingyang moments
bringing you fullest fruition impassioned foments
