Music of breaths.
Pace yourself, Boy.
Boy stands tall.
Tall as her needs.
Needs good friends.
Friends can lead you to water but can’t force you to drink.
Drink from this cup.
Cup made of clay.
Clay dirt ruins a skirt.
Skirt of heaven and loneliness.
Loneliness curses the city.
City of light now on fire.
Fire reaches up and scorches deep.
Deep cuts come with the territory.
Territory is of the fool’s many words.
Words left unspoken are of the wise.