Everything will get some water,

a stream, an email, with a fresh new approach.

With nothing else to go off of, starting off fresh, or

with nothing, eventually.

with civility, eventually.

Don’t be so bleak.

Fill up your ears with it and the groundwater from the aquifers and the aqueducts,

the rest of the noise will do the rest,

the river will run through it , finally.

in a trance, certainly.

Patch it together from so many other songs and some of those noises,

obscure it in oil and vitamins, whatever is left, cordially.

and flesh and dry eyes, and mispronunciations ,

with dry eyes,

we pan towards the execution, exactly.

Make it feel obscure, and the camera and your feet will shake,

make it feel really feel obscure.

when nothing shakes, clearly.