Touch my brain

With a hot

Needle

Take the wisdom

Out of these

Teeth

You don’t

Belong here

Anymore

When you

Transform, you

Shed your skin.

Let go of the old

Let in the older.

When the world

Becomes what you

Want it, what you

MAKE IT.

Change is beautiful

For the wait

Doesn’t count,

For what’s to come

Is precious and

More pure than

The sun dancing

On the river

Going downstream