#331 the world is where we make it
anything that can\u2019t be undone\ncan still be forgiven\nin the moment there is only\nnow and what will be\n\nthe failure of the word cuts\nthe cat in two the flute\nsilent until we stop trying\nthen the song returns\n\nlike trees\ngrowing in eaves troughs\nthe world is where we make it\n\nself like robes dropping away\nis merciless ashamed\nof our nakedness so let it go\nand sing with me now\n\nlike trees\ngrowing in eaves troughs\nthe world is where we make it\n\nepw 3.16.08 perrysburg, oh