Past

The words are woven 

Into the still air

Cashmère soft, only you

And I feel its tone

Pick a thread and 

String in all the letters

And lower with ease, 

Me, to the world of peace

Pick two, threads and 

String in all the letter 

You can find, and I,

Will never see

All that I did

Pick threads a three and

String in all the letters

Of the sounds of men, and 

What had happened

I will cease.

But why don’t you?