Thursday, April 1, 2010

The Well

I've nothing to draw with, and the well is deep
And sure, I've got buckets of secrets to keep
But what's 'secret' to you? For your words are true
Deep calls to deep -- So I dive.

The fall may be long and scary,
But there is an ocean waiting for me.
And when I break the surface, I won't hold my breath
But I'll take hold of your glorious death
And drink what is mine.
Go deep with me.
Together, we'll find the root of this tree.

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