Wild flowers grow on the isolated
Southern side of the mountain
Down below
In an isolated village
A hoof pulls out of its owns shit
With a giant sucking sound 

A dress hits the scarred and beaten wood
Often enough that over time
The glass of the windowpane
Separates nothing
Is a bottomless word

We really do not have time 
To further explore here
I will simply say
A word
Dropped into the bottomless abyss

Of space 
As a brief
The briefest 
Of explanations
You are given a lifetime
Which really is not a lot of time

To find
And hold dear
Can you?
Would you?
Should you?
Will you find?

Your true nature