Common Ground
I want to catch the winds
Hands full of seeds
Blown pieces of our past
Dust of our deeds Spores for our needs
Flying through that window
Left open
Even In An Ocean Of Hate
I fail to see the appeal
Of a world of fear
I fail to read the seal
I fail
I break
But my soul stays queer
After a straight line of attacks
Night With Paterson
I trust you
Deeper than my own thoughts
Can’t own you
This being-with-you is just borrowed
Like life itself
Existence
