I know no other way forward we will never be more or less than this
Geranium
I knew you in Paris singing from every window all red fluttering and emerald light
Other
Other people live in houses crowded too many dishes not enough hope
Reach
I have almost reached my end again begin to stretch out this hand to touch and turn the golden knob
Extractive Economy
Now I am used down to the last What could I give now not already laid on that gray stone?
Surface
Surface now, dear one you have been drowning without hope, raft, or dry land
Caution
Be careful what you wish for: One day the very thing you imagine will drape itself languorously across your path remind you of your longing every unmet need promise itself to you ripe and full if only you are brave enough to take it
Past
What is it to tell the truth about your life? Love lost, time wasted on all the strangers you longed to be
Market
You promise yourself again to step down from the block It is not them but you who trades yourself so cheaply
Grief
The day after yawns empty as grief plays fear's tune promises only more calamity