Pass the Spirit

There is a tidal of fountain and it brings forth a source
Where it presides are the greenest resorts
I’ve laid there empty and been removed from there gorged

I have found myself lacking and distracting my course
Where I will fall beside nothing and cling onto that force
Yet the fountain has drenched me now I know my recourse
As you should know yours.

Kelly Bloom - April 23, 2001