Mushy Parts

the mushy parts
of the bravest arts

cut a trench in me
a path thru my heart

oh we
oh these
oh tomorrow
oh please

the spheres dance
so far and near

my eyes don’t always see
what my ears clearly hear

so many gifts
such Love is this

this
to exist

this business
of is-ness

is bound up in me
tied [tight] to a florentine tree

angered by stranger
things than these

one stands firm
his opponent is strong

but we’ve learned the words
and can sing along

run away
maybe stay

appoint each day
allow Love to say

there’s the best in the worst that you do
when it’s so silly me comparing to you

only serve to
be-craze and con-fuse

nineteen miles
and I’ve lost my way

nineteen miles
a while will I stay

I feel eternity
winking at me

[snuck up on me]

smiling a silent, "hey
maybe tomorrow or today

I’ve got a [grace/place]
for you to stay

it’s all up to Love

and which tune
you choose to [pray/play]…"