thrown together into a hat shaken over head
pulled out one by one rearranged on the cork board with a rainbow of push pins
staying close to the texture of things making a deal
with Ill to be only mere companions coming
with more of our humanness showing the present is a fact
and unlimited remove our misplaced limitations for the future and the past lift
the visor on your suit of armor
see people for what they mostly are kind
ordinary just like you
petered out by the ceaseless waves around the edges.