Whether it's a hundred days or ten thousand Please don't check my math at the end It adds up like the sun on the little yellow butterfly Multiplies by the smile that dandelion wisps touch And the logic that extends a cicada hand To the ear of a willow's fingers Describes the secret burp of fellow creature Stumbling across the pine an hour before dusk Tell me I nurtured my nature And forgot who I was a lot Whisper to my bones wherever they are That love was covered in plot Theatrical moments are long lost to time As such so am I Authentic the sadness I knew every day As fidgets and failures remembered Erase the fraught minutes for me Your determinations mean what the clouds dried up Under an ocean of starless daylight Whose sparrow sought the safest place At the eye of the threatening hawk Please don't worry about what's coming I will take care of that At the helm of a whale Whose body is a river Memory is wasted on the living According to minds set with death Delivered under an accidental bridge The perpetual spirited breath