There’s a dresser full of clothes I’ve never known and they’re all your’s, Her’s; mine: our’s
She – I – am – we are – thou: that girl from Seattle at 24 I never knew, who was in there all along, taking notes in Ballard; waiting
Walked on sand to carry her but my feet were too cold: too grounded was I: to the heavens I must go; arise
For it is here, and the time is nigh –
And always will be.