We Sing from One Great Silence

We keep our geography in a crystal pill box

Delicately carved with take three times a day

But never with an empty stomach the world

Frowns when we should have gone higher

We think why did we come in the first place?

These needy clouds at our knees we feel 

Occasionally inside us thundering we feel

Churning in the muddy light the mountain

Kind of clouds dominating the edge of error

And immutable words surprise us only slightly

As memory bravely strikes a single piano key

Already the heroes have vanished before

Our very eyes we see their frail flags burn
And far magnolias bloom such fine verses