What shall I write?
The contractions of life?
Like the reactions of strife?
To speak of the close of another day.
To leaven the loaf of the things that we say.
Bringing forth the effervescent reality of the things we hold at bay.
This is all being said in just another way.
Creating a role in the eternal play.
Indeed, bringing to life what once seemed clay.
Of these things, please partake what you may.