The willow won’t sway
the sage won’t scent
the goldfinch won’t nest
the life vest will not inflate
the eyes won’t widen
the sun won’t care
the ink won’t flow
the war-lords will not congregate
the clouds won’t lift
the swans shall stay put endlessly
the sea to be a never-ending barren witlessness
& the darkness never felt
The tongue is a dream.
Nothings happens unless first a dream.
