Deep calls to deep calls to me,
And deep, deep is strong, hurling rocks, smashing glass.
But my surface is clear, no ripples, no tears.
I’m still. I smile. All inside. No out.

I am song before it is conceived,
Ink inside the pen paper still a tree.
I am oil, crude and unrefined and shiny black,
But rich you’ll be, when you purify me.

I am time, I’m possibility,
I am quantum incidences, infinity.
And you will be moved by what I say.
(You’ll live and die with my today)
Never know from where it came.