forget everything except the game
forget music and tomorrow's tasks
spooked by a sudden sound in the
next room no one is there is there
anything the same to get you going
or something else every day arising
as if called impelled a sticky pattern
think what you will the well is deep
ancient water waits for you to drink
it will heal you wash you rise again
and another sister brother in India
again and for the first time amazed
forget the game it is only metaphor
if you are sleepy give in if awake get
up and do what this moment asks
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