I have no stories to tell anymore,
No more backups and no more clogs,
no retrievals, and no Aha!s
They went down the drain with the last hurrah;
Give me the point of the captured moment,
when the day is lost in the stars.
Give me the time for letting go,
When faith is as real as a unicorn,
Tell me the way to carry you with me
Show me the season for a peak at life
and a burnished turn of events as well,
come with me into the space between
the ring of truth and the tolling bell.
|Harlem Meer from 109th and Fifth Avenue|