one value

intelligent unconscious

but beyond an idea

we may be dreaming

at the very least

sculptors of life

in a giant museum

where artists all,

we render the current

continuously changing clay

coming through the elder whisper

(and we'd

beseech you , gently as you go)

the eyes of your child gazing into yours

the light is upon you

stand with your failings and your darkness

and let love make you weak in the knees

the high squealing child's laughter

runs and bubbles a belly laugh around you

they saw her with the geese running circles all for her

and it was in the roads of her hair

the mapway home was found

it was in the never again always here

with great joy

not a little missing

if only you knew the real more

finding the value true