Words tumble, dribble, drip
Out the shallow river mouths of deep, vast minds.
To call the currents forth is to call myself a friend and
to let others see past pure waters always kept in dark reservoirs
(that probably should've stayed)
Other similar minds: the currents don't yield, the damn splits apart
(out flows words to which)
(my ears feel the regret)
Yet it reminds me of times I felt as if I was the only one grinding against the rocks.
Hah, look at me, smiling at someone else's suffering, smiling at how I'm not alone.