in a world without taste

the blind can see

in a world without touch

the child must lead

in a world without fear

we all can be

ourselves
our beautiful shining miraculous

selves
sacred
we are
lost without found
in finding we seek
losing certainty
in losing we be
where we need to be
now now now now
there’s a friend who knows their
turn is here
there’s a friend who knows where
earth is lies
the answer you seek
under foot by foot

purpose

—nine october twentyfivezerohundredsthousandtwo