Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
The process, she'll write the rest
Write the process
Write the process
Write the process
Write the process
In the valley of the veiled
There is a small echo in a hollow bone
My hallowed hum
Here is the loudest loud
The ancestral howl
Like a tangled hymn
Of method and mythology
A boy's life passes through a prism
Before it too returns
While anchorless we drift
Untying knots in time
Until the vague takes a form
A glacial esker
Murmuring through the zephyr
I learn the rock moss in May
We are hexagons and ancient honey
In the unwritten valley